(Monday is Moon Day. What are the tides of your week calling you to?)
An Invitation: indulge Bliss in great measure
there is a knot in my chest
tears building behind a dam of resistance
that looks like not enough time and too much to do
about grief and sorrow and pain
really it is an ancient longing
designed into the wisdom matrix of each cell
too often dismissed as impractical
Bliss.
Bliss.
BlissBlissBlissBlissBlissssssss
the mere whisper awakes sleeping parts
whose arousing sends prickles that are confused for pain
yet is the body acknowledging her true hunger
to come home to herself and be greeted by
the intimacy of Bliss
What does Bliss look like for you today? Right now. Don’t wait. It is okay. It is a close as your breath.
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