tender wild alive awake

wherever you are is called here

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find me on instagram @fennasaharjones

i miss everything

in my heart there lives a piece of land

here's to 2021

my dearest fresh human,

i hope you are arriving well

and if not, no worries, you will be arriving forever and it will get better and worse and then better again

it takes a village to raise a child, they said

and asked me what my role in your village will be

what will I do and be a role model for?

well, my love, I contemplated about this of course

and first and foremost - there are no roles

the roles, the boxes, the shapes, you don’t have to squeeze yourself in there

even if they make it seem like you have

you don’t, okay?

you don’t

and so i don’t want to be a role model for you {- the world is full of those if you need them}

i want to be a possibility model

the possibility of rainbow pancakes

of crafting cardboard castles

of paint and pencils and forest poetry

the possibility of living in whatever shape you like

a tiny forest house, a piece of land, a community living project

an aunt, a listener, a leader

the possibility of friends across generations

i really hope that when I’m 90 i will still befriend twenty year olds

the possibility of going to the sea in winter and lying down on the ice cold sand

and listen to the waves and the storm

of shouting love letters to yourself 

and friends around the world

the possibility of generosity

of living the gifts that you never received

the possibility of aspiring to becoming the sun light

the possibility of dancing in the supermarket

it is possible to give yourself permission

it is possible to remember you do not even need permission 

you just be do change create

the possibility of climbing dunes together and running down so fast it feels like falling

the possibility of building your big path on small leaps of faith

it is possible to change direction, to change your mind

to become new colours of yourself over and over again and forever

to let go when letting go means being courageous

and hold on when holding on means being courageous

it is possible to ask yourself: what would love do?

what would love do, what would courage, do what would fear do

the possibility of showing up on the yoga mat every morning half past 6

not because you feel like it, but because it is what love does

the possibility of committing to your practices

summer or winter, rain or snow, desperate or elated

just doing the things you need to do

the possibility of ambition and dedication

of growing beyond yourself

of making a huge impact on a big scale

of concrete outcomes and solid solutions

and also the possibility of divorcing the focus on end results

it’s not the outcomes that matter

it’s our relationships that give meaning to our struggles

the possibility of crafty evenings with olives and bon iver

the possibility of not waiting for a special moment

and making some moments special

creating pockets of magic

of stillness, wonder, sacredness

pockets of celebration and dancing and joy

candles string lights eye contact

the possibility of daily adventure

of supermarket expeditions and city forest learning journeys

the possibility of noticing

observing

being present to life

looking up to the sky

and okay maybe that are a lot of possibilities

if i could model only one thing

i think i want to model

the possibility of dance

dance everywhere and forever

coming home

maybe we’re here

maybe it’s time

maybe after the age of ads and magazines

you’re too fat too thin too old too asymmetrical

maybe it’s time to come home to our bodies

their movement their touches their longings

after the hustle the hurry the burn out

maybe it’s time to honour our time

together

to take a breath and make it sacred

maybe after the matches the fighting the winners the losers

maybe it’s time to come home to our oneness

and say: our future is a collaboration

let’s make beautiful things with beautiful people we love

maybe after the age of buying and shopping online and in stores

more more cheaper cheaper made in china vietnam myangmar

maybe it’s time to come home to making clumsy things ourselves just for the fun of it

diy kombucha, awkwardly knitted scarfs, imperfect sourdough breads

and maybe it’s time to come home to enough

a candle a stillness

writing a postcard

what else do we need on an evening like this

after the highways the airplanes the faraway places

the further and further

exotic expensive exquisite

maybe it’s time to be an explorer of the world where we are

the forests and the lakes on the bike

the leaves the skies the smell of the soil

maybe it’s time to travel to our own piece of land

a garden, a fruit tree, a long kitchen table

maybe it’s time to travel to the places of noticing and appreciation

this sun ray, this smile

of this stranger

this carrot that was planted and watered and nurtured and harvested

transported sold bought cleaned cut roasted salted

and now

on my plate

maybe after making change and fixing stuff

we can come home to being change

in flow in flux

impermanence, imperfect

maybe after scrolling and surfing and tweeting and numbing

we can come home to the pain deep inside

the tears of the darkness

but also the warrior parts of our being

the trembling aliveness

of facing the fire

afraid and awake

maybe after the shame

all the fears

the culture of never enough

maybe we can come home to

daring to love

deep love for ourselves and the world and the whole

maybe we are ready for a revolution

that is not a revolution but an evolution of home

home and love and art and warmth and whole

hello online people,

let me go

let me meet strangers

let me close the laptop forever

take me to a room sweating of dancers

i’m not here to broadcast to masses

take me running walking hiking cycling

take me to the lakes

let me get lost in daylong adventures

let me follow the sun

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