Hello Friends.

Today took a lot of effort to arrive. Seeming more and more each week. And this is exactly why I keep the practice of showing up. Not because I am a glutton for punishment, but rather it is because I understand that discomfort is not a punishment; it is a voice. It is a voice of my insecurity, my fear, my pain, my anxiety, and so many more expressions of what it is to be uncomfortable. Often, the voice is a scream, but it always begins as a whisper. When we cannot hear it, it will insist upon being heard.

So there we are, all jacked up on resentments and regrets, with very little capacity for understanding or compassion. Discomfort can lead itself to A LOT of misunderstandings, OR it can hold open a doorway to greater understanding. It truly is our choice, but choice is a matter not of options but of resources.

Choice is a matter not of options but of resources.

So we prac tice, because practice is how we expand our resources. So, thank you for sitting with your discomforts, and allowing me to sit with mine. Together, we can find our way into hearing that subtle voice when it is subtle, and being forgiving when it screams.

Today’s dive into Appalachian Elegy by bell hooks:

Appalachian Elegy 25. bell hooks soil rich with lime grass beyond green turning toward blue hills of plenty all but gone bent under the weight all human greed we speak then tell of a god of miracles who moves mountains yet manmade steel ravishes this earth all for coal deep and black a destiny of burning heat covering flesh in ash

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This is NOT an isolation practice of individualism. Healing is a practice of connection and togetherness. Your energy going into leaving a brief comment or sharing this practice with loved ones and enemies alike is energy coming back to me. This helps us to sustain our sharing of this practice. Your participation helps to sustain my offering. Thank you.

All In Love,

Michael