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Find your own pace. (Photo: @oftwolands)
Last nights new moon gathering taught a lesson in the importance of kindness. Conversation drifted towards the frustrations and outrage we experience as the imbalances of society are rightfully called out. We spoke to the power of protest and resistance, as well as the necessity for grace and compassion. Above all else, change must begin individually, at our core. And that change must be rooted in patience, self-love, and kindness. Because the ripple effect is real. (Photo: @aceboofby)
He was born midday in Atlanta Georgia, on January 15th, 1929. Sun in Capricorn - ambitious, headstrong, organized and driven - and moon in Pisces - compassionate, forgiving, empathic, and faithful. Martin grew from a boy to a man set on achieving results through community and non-violence, rather than slinging hatred towards those who persecuted him. His spiritual life and social work were in many ways one and the same. Today we celebrate the day the world changed, as the cry of a baby named Martin shook the future. (Art by Eric Sadowsky of @purevisionarts)
"...in the face of much joy I find myself enraged by the voice of trump and his description of haiti and other african countries as “shitholes”• as a child of two nigerian immigrants, i feel compelled to share that nigerians in america have the highest rates of educational attainment of any ethnic subgroup in this country • more than half have bachelor's degrees and 20 percent hold master's degrees or better and nigerians happen to be concentrated in health care • just like my father who has been practicing medicine for almost 40 years or my mother, an active registered nurse • racism and xenophobia are rampant and corrosive • we need to stay vigilant • fight back with your vote when it’s time • fight back with kindness and empathy when you meet someone who is not from this country • fight back by learning more about cultures and religions other than your own." - @ericachidicohen (Photo: @kelleramsey)
Move slowly when you need to. Growth is still taking place, and will often reward the patience. (Photo: @_aurelielecuyer)
I do most of my grocery shopping on the weekends. Last year, I officially made the switch from complimentary grocery store bags (paper and plastic produce bags) to 100% sustainable and reusable cotton and straw, and have never looked back. There’s a little blip on the website about it. Link in bio.
Forgot to get coffee beans yesterday, so my morning consists of tea, poetry and apples. A fine surprise to accommodate a slow Saturday morning.
I spent the day in flight, reading a new book about the works of Vincent Van Gogh. He taught me today that art cannot be destroyed, because it exists so long as the will to create does. (“The Parisian Novels” by Vincent Van Gogh, 1887)
New post - Dry Brushing & Lymphatic Ritual. During these stagnant days of winter, it’s important to remember to keep the body keyed up. (Photo by: @kanko.pl)
TOTTO Journal is now live. There is a post up, specifically for today about the new year and tonight’s Wolf Moon. See the full post at www.tottojournal.com. 🐺 (photo by: @cringduck)
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Getting out there and connecting can be really intimidating, but you gotta do it. There's some amazing humans out there. Like. Fucking insanely amazing. I remember being young, and having a few friends who were all very different from one another. There was a thread of commonality that ran through us all. At school, our feelings would converge and then the effort to spend time outside with one another or in groups solidified the bond. I met people, moved. Met new friends. Moved again. Moved again. I learned to avoid attachment, and have recently regained a desire for fluency in something that I believe comes to us all naturally. Innocence is a sweet thing to look back on, but I don't think it's a good call to miss it as an exclusive reality, or wish to exist only within a time that's passed. Growing up is necessary. Building our own unique maps of interests, passions, opinions, and watching them move, change, grow, and prune where needed, is what make us constructive thinkers, and educated creators. Oh, and not to mention wonderful learners as well as teachers. What the hell IS a friendship, anyway? I think its definition is ever spanning, but at its core, I sense a friendship is creative symbiosis. For a long, long time, I tried to be agreeable. To disappear unless called upon. Weird tendencies, brought upon by my past. It's an ongoing exploration, and I don't expect it to ever be "fixed," but I do know that the meeting-it-half-way part involves actively deciding who is healthy for me (am I healthy for them too?) and if a friendship is in fact, a match. This has been heavy on my mind lately, and really it's because I'm realizing that I don't have to be so removed like I was as a kid. Like I have been most of my life. I watch my own reality become more beautifully shaped and defined as good people are introduced. And know what? That innocent thing, that kid thing...it comes back. Entirely on its own. And the best part is, it's mixed with a new way of thinking. A grown ass woman meets herself as a fearless young sprout, plus company. Feeling both at once...it's a very good sign. And a very, very good feeling.
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Solstice has arrived. My friend texted me this morning reminding me not to meet anger with anger, after talking about a comedian getting kicked off a flight for speaking Arabic. Standing still in blank space feels understandably scary…so we, being the young species we are, tend to take wild swings in the dark. This illustrates the importance of finding light. Burn from within, create your own. Share it, because you won’t run out. I believe this. But the things I believe aren’t always easy to follow. Our highest selves aren’t always visible, especially in such emotional fog. But they’re always available. Ultimately I agree with my friend. Anger alone is wasted. It needs a carrier. Hope is a good one. The whole “go with the flow” thing sounds so out of touch to me right now. Yet, I’m gonna try. Applying healthy doses of right action, education, intuition, and trust. Happy solstice, everyone.