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Tea steeped. Cat body curled. Music tuned to Trevor Hall. He's singing, "I'm still learning how to walk in my fire."
Brain bouncing. Eyes tired. Heart contracting.
A book is open on my lap. Naomi Shihab Nye says:
a calm musical note arrives.
You balance it on your tongue,
a single ripe grape,
till your whole body glistens.
In the space between breaths
you apply it to any wound
and the wound heals.
I step outside to put my bare feet on the earth.
Back inside I sit down and stare at my computer.
A great panic climbs my lungs.
I am afraid of humanity. I am afraid of our tremendous destructive capacity.
How do we find the next true thing, every day?
What are all the one-steps that lead to the many-steps that lead to liberation?
On facebook, Samyak Yamauchi posts her painting - a long haired woman walking through pathways of stars wearing felines for feet.
She writes, "Falling vibes is part of the game, so here is my move - a painting to raise the vibes."
Trevor Hall sings, "The fruitful darkness is all around us."
Naomi Shihab Nye's poem continues,
Soon nights will lengthen,
you will lean into the year
humming like a saw.
You will fill the lamps with kerosene,
knowing somewhere a line breaks,
a city goes black,
people dig for candles in the bottom drawer.
You will be ready. You wil use the song like a match.
It will fill your rooms
opening rooms of its own
so you sing, I did not know
my house was this large.
It is like all three of them are working together to reach me.
I am unceasingly grateful for the artists and their breadcrumb trail.
It is so easy to lose our way.
I return to my keyboard and the tapping out of words. The only answer I ever have is delivered again and again through the prophecy of artists who tend the garden of truth using many coded languages.
A luminous map is woven together from the threads of creative expression.
We begin each day here.
We make space in the heart so the heart can sing our whole self into action.
We raise the vibes.
Bless all the brave and tender artists who help me rise and light my fear on fire.
We will generate countless ashes, because we must.
The phoenix is returning.
*Trevor Hall quotes taken from the songs, Sagittarius and The Fruitful Darkness.
*Naomi Shihab Nye words taken from the poem, The Song, from Words Under Words.
I am a Portland, Oregon based writer, filmmaker and choreographer. I believe stories dissolve the grip of isolation and return us to each other.