Expression is Revolutionary

Expression is revolutionary, as in, a revolving evolutionary impulse.

Write, dance, sing cry, express that contraction, that letting out, releasing, giving it back to the earth. Expansion.

We return that which is not entitled to us- received with gratitude.

Released back as an offering of reverence and service.

I feel like I’m in a constant state of transformation, wondering: will I ever arrive at the state of having become a full, in confidence and power, nonattached, fearless, and shameless being?

Free and liberated from the constraints and judgments, perfectionism and ideals, thinking, until I achieve those , who am I to speak out or to share and take up more space in a world already so full of expression?

Being OK with the unknown and discovering possibilities together.

I want to find the wild ones, the true ones, those at the edge of non-binary experiences.

Polarities of the world keep me depressed- my own sense of worth and lack there of and wanting to retreat, hide, stay away. 

I am a recluse.

When asked about my favorite day it’s alone at a cabin in the wilderness with cold, River water, light filtered through trees, bugs illuminated in the sky.

I put my hand over my eyes to block the sun so those little bugs can stand out. I can get lost in their seemingly random patterns.

I have found solace and nourishment with my aloneness in the wilderness because the rest of the world has not made a lot of sense to me and it brings tears to my eyes and a death in my heart just thinking about the pain of existing in society. 

Sensations of not being enough and having to strive and work and sacrifice and struggle. 

When the outside world, nature, play, curiosity, cultivation, harvesting and receiving, offering reverence and gratitude in cycles and seasons…

it’s right there for each of us touch.