Show your Feathers

In this quietuded, I have become intimately close to the Creature.

She is feathered & scaled, dancing strong & jiggly, and howls with laughter & delight and sometimes rage & pain. In her primordial wisdom, she guides me with her Gut. In her infinite playfulness, she coaxes me to experience. She slaps me awake when I doze and she intertwines her fingers in mine as we pause in wonder and astonishment at the impossible perfection on constant display before us.

We have hidden away our Creatures to varying degrees. Spoiler: The more they are hidden away, the hungrier they become. They will always come out, shredding your Person-flesh to bits and burning your paper house to the ground.

Do you see that we are inseparable from the untameable joy that wants to (will) live through us?

That anything that keeps us from that joy, from our calling, our purpose, our savoring of every ounce of Life, will be set on fire.

(We will make strong bricks with the ashes.)

That the more desperate we are to cling to what is familiar & safe, the more recklessly she will emerge from our veins to pitch us off a cliff.

We were not meant to be caged or quiet. The bars have been lifted and parts of us yearn for captivity because we think we don't know what to do with freedom.

But you do. It's what (and who) reminds you you're alive. It feels like giggling for no reason, singing out loud, dancing & moving like you are flirting with Creation.

How does your Creature speak to you? When do you let Her out? When do you invite Her to play?

This time is recess for everything we've wanted to think, say, do & create.

(Rest is doing. A very important doing.)

Yes, it has been fucked up. Continue to dismantle everything that no longer serves you, and replace it with your bold, brazen Vision.

You are needed, you wild, little thing.