Stuff I Wonder

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin? Your day? What do you feel first most days? Is it in any way influenced by gratitude, or totally given over to worry, anxious or, worse, anticipating shortness of healthy time and insufficiency of safe space? Is this life the one you had in mind as a child? When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream? Or is it your nightmare? Or something in between? If so, which parts are closest to your dream and what were you doing with whom and why as this became your thick sweet cream? Were these relationships good dream mentors inside this morning's you emerging from outside last night's view? How did you get to this day, this place, this non-vacation vocation? When did your boring lonely nightmare start? if it has and is this something more than fear of your own shadow dream's cherished disembodied loss? Too late this chance to live with unmitigated love. What is that one thing that sets you apart, that is your unique character imprint? How is your identity unique from all others amusing now, or still speaking from the past, or listening for future's healthiest wealth? EarthMuse community regenerations. And, if your uniqueness is no one thing, but a constellation of empowering attributes, enlightening characteristics, musing dreams, fusing fears, amusing wisdom, silent aspirations, cooperative relationships, co-invested memories, nonverbal peace communications, warrior miscommunications, severed discommunions, then how is any one of those unique to you? If none is, after due consideration, then how are you not part of me and all that is related to negative and positive traumatized and therapeutic you Like Us, Me/We co-related with Others apart from Othering less directly felt within you as you are and have been on back to emergent peaks and valleys of flowing open memory, capacity to reimagine Our resonantly resilient EarthMother neurosystems unconditionally regarding self as part of Other in Earth's continuous ecofeminist circles and patriarchal posts Spiraling regenerating cycles of seasons and lunar light empowering reasons. What do you imagine was that first star memory? Do you think it was of longing or belonging, or somehow both? anticipated contentment waiting within harmonically anxious contention inside complex resolution waving toward our near resolving future outside violating revolution still daily co-arising in noncontentious nonverbal personal woke up background Is contentment intuited as informing ionic flow, nonlanguaged syntax of sequentially reasonal glow, to know and love nature's wise resolving resolutions resonance within, as resiient without Pantheistic below, before monotheistic above? Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively, Yintegral time and Yang space resolved, slow and fast-paced placed momentum optimizing balanced incoming polymorphic form, polyculturing function, with outside memory-folded contentment, confluent reflowing peak and valley wonder preflowing polyvagal awe. Could prime health-culturing balance, optimize re-ligion's meaning by minimizing future's monoculturally rapacious dissonance? severance from bold body encultured wonder, immortal terror climaxing revolutionary mind-spirit shock, distrusting co-passionate cosmic awe, unconditional sacred bipartisan regard. What does it feel like to reawake into your skin? This new benighted ecopolitical day? What do you feel liberating first love and conserving least risk? Is it in any way influenced by anticipating gratitude, or totally given over to worry, anxiety about our secularized insufficient shortness of what had eternally promised to heal formerly sacred EarthTribe time.