they talk to each other. they evolve each other.
a study into ✺ cultivating our inner peace & creative practices ✺ ↔ ✿ so that the work we put out into the world resonates with us ✿
to be sensitive to this world and its daily movements — but still be courageous enough to show up anyways...
we underestimate the gentle power we hold within us.
True, I have a body / and I cannot escape from it. / I would like to fly out of my head, / but that is out of the question.
ultimately, it's love. it is love that brings us to life. it is love that guides us through life. and it is love that we return to after life.
"Without knowing what healthy love looks like, we have a hard time creating it in our lives. We hang on to mere shreds of love, sacrifice ourselves on its altar, run in fear when we find it." — Anodea Judith
"Spirits and gods were woven into the fabric of ancient life not because of a lack of scientific knowledge, but because our ancestors lived in the larger world; one not designed by humanity. It was a bristling place, it was Nature entire, with all its merciless peril and untamed wonderment. The shelter that our ancestors forged from the living real was far thinner than the bubble within which modern humanity moves. What’s more, the ancients comprehended this far more readily than modern folk do. The fierce, unveiled wilderness was just outside the door of those houses of wattle and daub. Night truly fell in those fire-lit villages. Darkness meant something to our ancestors. Today we have lost this connection because we are quite literally addicted to light. We have washed out all developed areas with constant artificial illumination. Darkness is now often little more than an ambient backdrop to our nocturnal activities."
— Richard Gavin