Ourboros

Go back to your own primal ground of being. Go back to bone deep knowing. Conjure up the dregs of patterns you thought were dead, and let them give you a way to find radiance within you have never known before. Layer by layer, squeeze by squeeze, breath by blessed breath, destroying softly to reimagine fiercely. Opening to what is growing that you do not yet know, but will soon remember. We return to familiar places in new ways to reconfigure the blueprint. It can be enough to start with trimming the withered parts without uprooting entirely. But there is a time to uproot, unwind, dismantle. Do what feels most real. Go slow. Death brings life brings death, and sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re dying or being born. Just keep going.

Go back to the beginning, which will ask of you a descent into the many layered depths. Keep eyes open for the snake, whose shape from above looks like a dragon, like the one alchemists spoke of, who eats his own tail, whose wholeness is inherent in his existence. The end is the beginning is the end. We are the keepers of all that is and ever will be. It is the task of embodiment to shed what is outgrown from our cells, so we may create what is to come. The healing of the planet and humanity will always be an inside job. We were made for it. Just keep going.

Go back to the beginning, which may also be the end of another beginning, somewhere down the line. Go back to the vast field of listening, where you can hear the sound of unknowing, how grasping gives way to merging. May you know the gift in every part of your path. May you know your unchanging light as the gift. May you know your shifting shadow as the gift. May you hold all that you are in love and reverance. May you grieve how you need to and may you howl with laughter. May you feel the weight of the choice you made to be here. May you feel the lightness of all that is possible now that you are