I AM THE ARTIST OF THIS HAPPINESS
Daily Meditation, Inspirations, and Practices for the Sacred Masculine, July 26
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HER THROAT, MY HEART, THIS SONG
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THIS GARDEN, LIVING AND DYING
Seeds germinate. Roots push into the muck. They draw sustenance from this muck, and push that up and into stalks and buds. Here, in this garden, my family blossoms. My love blossoms. My beloved blossoms. My life is shaped. And here, too, all of it withers, dies.
PRACTICE, TO BE THE MAN I AM
And, coming up for air, coming through practice, feeling held, I am so grateful for this practice!
TENDERLY, I HOLD IT ALL
Alders, kissed by a moment of April sun, and only for as long it takes me to do a short meditation, opening red buds into a green haze of fresh leaves high in the forest. I sit and see it all, and am on the edge of tears. My heart breaking for joy.