Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

This weight.

August 23, 2017


I hope your heart hungers every day--not the unrequited, wasting away kind of hunger, but the deep thrumming assurance that this need is valid and will under no circumstances go unfilled. This is the beat of your life; your cadence; your music; your chant; your rain-sun-and-moon dance; your call to the cardinal directions; your call to the wild; your sweet, clear voice that cannot go unheard. 


Sometimes hunger is uncomfortable. I get that. Sometimes we must be empty--but that emptiness is fuel, too. That emptiness is cleansing, focusing, directing. Healing.


So we wait. We have the beat to remind us where we're going, to keep us in very good company.





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