The Invitation

I want to know you.

What sparks your passion?

What makes you feel alive, connected,

safe?

 

Where are the places where your very bones

are sad and weeping, trauma- pulsing through your system like fire, oscillating with deafening numbness? 

Where are you breaking from the weight of oppression, the dismantling of your very limbs?

What brings you back to life?

Causes you to move your feet and hands once more;

to get up and rise again,

to begin anew,

an adventure yet unknown?

What is your resilience?

How have your survived?

What would allow you freedom,

connection and love? 

Where does your journey connect to others?

For we are an intricate system, dependent

on connection for survival,

and It is a political act to rise up and meet.

Changing one part of the system is where it begins and

we were never meant to be alone.

 

As a politicized healer, I believe this work is greater than the individual work, but this is where it starts...

For when we find our flower,

our own deeper, connected self than

we can find others.   

What would allow you to bloom?  

To open up

and thrive,

to find your life source,

your center,

the roots

the ground

 

As the buds begin to push out,

the leaves widening to the sun, 

what will ignite your passion

 embolden you as it softens you.

Where will your boldness meet your compassion?

How can we sit

together and learn to stay

long enough at the thresholds

to see what will emerge

when the death has decayed and

life begins again

to bloom?  

Curious...