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Resilience Apothecary Podcast
Pilot Episode!

I recorded the first episode of the podcast today. So excited!
Sharing the medicine cabinet for spirit; sharing tools for self-care, justice, rebellion and recovery through mediums like tarot, art and mental health practices.

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Honoring Pause from Urgency

Tick…. tock….. tock of the clock, the bells,
chiming along inside my urgency, latency,
where I dwell,
there are old wounds now to dispel.

The bells sing a discernible, yet obscure, song.
Normalcy impossible, so much lost, species extinct and the virus… prolonged.

Breath in the air, humid Summer approaching.
She comes as she’s called, without summons, without speaking.
A tiny creature inside beats a drum without patience,
signaling change, a drip, a salience.

So many irons in so many fires, my hearth is full
The breeze ushers me Westward, a few miles and storms
Lie between this meadow and that one, I feel the pull
Yes, grass is greener where the grey fox runs and wild bees swarm

I carry with me a satchel of mystic notions
The holster of privileged motion
The stowaway, grieving, choosing new potions
What was real is gone with yesterday,
a new truth, hinging on veracious devotion.

Allegiance to soil, the trees, the water
playful smiles, inherited wisdom and daughters
Gathering the flowers like the maker gathers supplies
Honoring the magic of justice, acceptance and thick thighs.

We tread a new path, regeneration, wholesome good
drink in rainwater, carry it, build fires, chop wood.
Uphold your neighbor, sanctity for the distressed.
In this tide, this time, ingress of a woman, to profess

The mighty stars will hold you as the robin sings
the solid ground will lift you as the roots of trees spring
out of the ground, created by time
and bless your soul, as the gathering bells chime.

original photo drawing of a fire goddess with a full belly, a fire head and rounded thighs sitting in a field of grass in the sunshine.

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Attract and Repel – a course on Magnets and Love

 

The cultivating wind

The invisible, energetic wind of attraction and repellency of excessive leaning in

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Magnets: the simple, celestial, holy machines, shine light on the infinite, wisdom of our being, 

the truth about yearning

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Our being is One within forcefields of Rhythm and Grace.

Push two poles into one place?

No matter how positive, how soul-sculpting, perfectly mirroring, or harmonious, 

To mate these charged particles is futile, simply erroneous.

They repel, are driven away, forced to submit 

to the science of magnetism and Her boundless wit

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I am an eternal butterfly in the lessons of this humbling wind. 

She is stronger than me

and brings me past my knees, 

my aching, hungry lips to the ground in gratitude

for the wind, she blows my spirit ever forward, “Submit woman, your restless, tenacious attitude!”

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No matter what brightly hot fires burn within, as the flames lick the air indiscriminately, 

the glorious, steeped wind breaks my leaning rigidity.  

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Always the wind teaches me to bend, but not too far She said

for the forces of All-Existing-Everything pulls me down and out of the stars instead

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If I bend, only enough to be lifted, now breathe, adjust

to another who contains the true, attractant pulse

only if within the Vertical realm I am consciously aligned

Will the sacred wind of atoms be satisfied, inclined

To let me have the present moment, to Feel the subtle push

Of my lover standing tall, admiring the butterfly bush

From where I eat, from where I fly

We stand together, guided by the wind, our love, now amply, divinely justified

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