Lucidesse - Inspiring Strokes of Genius

After a big ceremony, there's a big exhaustive learning, processing phase. I'm in it! And I'm learning how to be an architect and NOT a facilitator. There's plenty of those and people don't need that anyway. WE, together, collectively, are WAY MORE INTELLIGENT and CREATIVE than one person. 

It's been a long time since I've had an overhaul this deep. Forgiveness is the catalyst. Here are 5 steps that I've recently experienced to deepen my understanding of this mysterious, vital, sacred process. 

From our best day to our worst. Which is better? Has more wisdom? Is the one that proves we are successful and have made it?! 

How does craving, desiring, daydreaming, affect my life? I found through meditation that it adds pressure and weight to my future, preventing me from living what is. 

Another 10 day silent Vipassana meditation. 
 

Sorrow. Meet the forest. Meet Valonia. Meet Brego. Enjoy! 

I am not your scapegoat. A great lesson I was taught by a tree.

Desire stains and dyes a human. Which one?! Live Book Reading.

The way we each grieve is as unique as our fingerprints. Many of us have more stages than the 'proscribed stages', or include lengthy stays in some while omitting others. And what about the biases and judgements we have about certain stages, how does this affect our ability to allow others to utilize those emotions and behaviors in order to process their grief? And where does respect for those we have passed fit into the grieving process? Can our need to grieve be disrespectful? Or...have those who passed grown in their capacity for compassion, love, forgiveness, and understand the many ways people need to grieve?

Your reality seeps in, through the cracks of my steel denial.
And I’m learning to breathe, though the air doesn’t fit,
The space you once were in.

Where did you go? And why?
I don’t know.
So close I can touch, and remember forever.
But do memories grow?
Without you.
Where did you go and why?

I spoke to a friend, told them all about you.
How you sang with a voice like thundering grace.
They said they believed me, by the tears on my face,
With nowhere to fall.

Where did you go? And why?
I don’t know.
So close I can touch, and remember forever.
But do memories grow?
Without you.
Where did you go and why?

The tree fruits are ripening, the jams they will sweeten,
And trails beneath feet, lengthen farther each day,
But nothing’s as far as the last time I saw you,
When we sang for those in need.

Where did you go? And why?
I don’t know.
So close I can touch, and remember forever.
But do memories grow without you to see?
Oh, where did you go, and why?

The truth sinks in, through the hole in my heart.
I’m learning to walk, though my shoes still don’t fit.
The place you once stood.
The name you once held.
The life only you could live.

Where did you go? And why?
My friend. 
So close I can touch, and remember forever.
Yes memories grow, yet all without you.
Where did you go?
My friend.