Reverend Whimsy Freelove Works

the 2 weeks after solstice
feel darker and colder
i’m still here getting through
even as i aggravate old illnesses
forgetting how to process my feelings
until they become screamings
cough in my lungs
when will i stop smoking so much
hey
i found my bag of winter clothes
with the help of a friend
i must wash them
after we forget
remember to return to places
where wisdom runs free

it’s my birthday in the Gregorian calender~ remembering that these are (valid) illusions and love is eternal

the veil is slowly opening. the angels arrive at sunset and give greetings.

these pencils have been drawing me for more than half my life… wood smell… i love using my metal sharpener… the vibes are SO good… oh brilliant colors… when and how shall i replace thee… you breathe me into each new day and i miss you dearly whenever i tuck you away… divination is drawing without expectation… deeper knowings far beyond the surface of consciousness… which color is calling out to your eye? start with a mark, back and forth, the movement (same as drumming) ignites a trance state, a transformation state… we are vessels of wisdom… we don’t have to try harder… simply get curious enough to receive the messages floating around and within us… surrendering to what is still sustaining us…
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today i took naps. sometimes naps get me from one activity to the next. embracing the kitty naps, the soft textures, soft light… resting deep dreamy after periods of intense work. what brings me rejuvenation. i put on the alexander technique playlist i compiled on youtube (integrated movement). shedding tension, setting down my internal resistance. getting curious about how little i need to do. maybe i don’t have to try so hard, work so hard. maybe i can pause. paws. and then i reawaken and may my intuition and my simple needs become clear. how bout u?

thanks!

cooling off with yarrow tea… seeking community support for a safe housing situation… i have special needs… all my payment platform info is listed in my gofundme.com/self-care-sanctuary and in my bio… thank you for sharing your overflow of energetic or financial support… i almost got scammed by some folks impersonating instagram healers today… tread carefully out there folks! here’s some pics of my process through my feelings, thoughts, to what i need to hear for myself… maybe i’ll explain it in youtube live tomorrow if i’m feeling explanatory… i want to share more freely about my processes… have y’all heard of alexithymia? mm-hmm 💖💖💖

face stretches for cooling down

what we tend to grows . what we give our attention to grows . may we be direct with our intentions . i am learning this lesson. a moon ago, i called out to aloe, but ignored those aloe living nearest to me, and by the next full moon, aloe was no longer my neighbor. the medicine we carry will fade if we do not practice, if we do not share it . if we do not ask the plants and the living to help us heal before ethical harvesting, the medicines will not work . may we intend to honor the sacred directions deepest inside us . i was drawn to visit with frida today~ q***r disabled biracial artist . i also aligned to visit one of the fathers of my child, thanks to my yearning for red lipstick, thanks to my prayers to saints cecilia, kateri, theresa, thanks to the dreams i dreamt to hold my baby, who is more than halfway through their childhood now, who i have not had the privilege to see in flesh in half a year . i pray for the turning, i pray we will all turn together with love .

1. my first attempt at darning. can i expect to come out darn good the first time? (pun) my intention is for it to be functional and imperfect and aesthetically pleasing for me. i love how the little fibers look and move together. that’s one of my tiny pleasures. when invite my tiny pleasures throughout the day, life magickally becomes something i want. what’s one of your tiny pleasures? 2. i enjoyed this mesquite tunnel path during an intuitive adventure 3. i met this hidden flower so beautiful, whose name has yet to reveal itself to me

morning after body paint morning before butterfly asked me to lift them off the cold morning ground light and shadow textures found conference on ethical non-monogamy abounds i played and sang and hoop-dee-doop tra-la-la puppets played such a joy to be cast and caught in the webs of worms fresh out of cacoons i am glad i didn’t squish the grand gray one who tickled my neck... at first glance i knew they would like to be with mesquite grattitude for the nourishment offered and shared on these first hot days of springmer still struggling with depression, ED, SI... these ways are therapeutic and help me through, moment by moment.... oh how i love to sit next to my p/a where the sound bathes me so well