“Life without communion can make us crazy…” the deers looking into your eyes, the merging with earth, the singing, the sobbing body and empty mind, the throne, more singing, silly and free. Exquisite to accept your belonging to all of this, recognizing you can’t do it.
I loved reading this and need to read the other gates. Beautiful. Thank you, well written. I saw it, walked with you in the connective tissue, deep soul soil.
Thank you Prajna. Your opinion means so much to me. You were the first person to be kind to me here on Substack, and in the months since, I've seen that kindness and a fierce love in all you do and write on the Salty Crone. I love that phrase you wrote: "deep soul soil." That's it. The landscape is soul, the anima mundi, the world's soul. She is distinctly feminine. When we ignore her, or worse, we lose our soul. But it can be re-membered. She will help, but we have to give up control. We have to surrender.
Very beautiful. I too have been walking around asking the air, "Okay America, the time has come to decide, "Who are we? What do we value?" I love that you have been asking this very same question with a wonderful answer--Love. Because
"What arises from love? Right action." This is our way forward. Wonderful essay.
Thank you Maria. It means so much to me.
Beautifully thought, felt, written, Susan. And yes. Love is the only foundation that transcends. It's our first medicine.
Well said Maria. First and best.
“Life without communion can make us crazy…” the deers looking into your eyes, the merging with earth, the singing, the sobbing body and empty mind, the throne, more singing, silly and free. Exquisite to accept your belonging to all of this, recognizing you can’t do it.
I loved reading this and need to read the other gates. Beautiful. Thank you, well written. I saw it, walked with you in the connective tissue, deep soul soil.
Thank you Prajna. Your opinion means so much to me. You were the first person to be kind to me here on Substack, and in the months since, I've seen that kindness and a fierce love in all you do and write on the Salty Crone. I love that phrase you wrote: "deep soul soil." That's it. The landscape is soul, the anima mundi, the world's soul. She is distinctly feminine. When we ignore her, or worse, we lose our soul. But it can be re-membered. She will help, but we have to give up control. We have to surrender.
Beautiful, thank you
Very beautiful. I too have been walking around asking the air, "Okay America, the time has come to decide, "Who are we? What do we value?" I love that you have been asking this very same question with a wonderful answer--Love. Because
"What arises from love? Right action." This is our way forward. Wonderful essay.
Thanks Sarah. Your opinion means a lot to me