I found a mantis inside today- boy have they grown! I released them in the herb garden and they made friends with my gnome.
We learned about human design at ladies night and now we’re vision boarding about it.
I have four open centers: crown, third eye, solar plexus and root. I made colored affirmations for each and surrounded them with all things that bring me joy- in full color!
Life and Death intertwined Here, in a Knot that Binds Glorious and Grotesque.
A fawn fatally entangled, limps back to the wilderness from whence it came, transformed, trailing ichor & transcending onto the sacrificial altar. It will swiftly be churned asunder and by dawn we find new life. The sacred sacrifice offers nourishment that benefits the whole, impelling rebirth! And the cycle goes on…
\”YOU’RE A GOOD KILLER\”
In order to live, you’ve got to be a demolisher.
You take plants & animals that were once alive & rip them apart with your teeth then disintegrate them in your digestive system.
Your body is literally on fire inside,
burning up the oxygen you such into your lungs.
You didn’t actually cut down the trees used to make your house & furniture
but you colluded in their demise.
Then there’s the psychological liquidation you’ve done:
killing off old beliefs you’ve outgrown, for instance.
I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,
just pointing out that you have a lot of experience with
positive expressions of destruction.
Can you think of other forms this magic takes?
As an aspiring mast of Pronoia, it’s one of your specialties –
a talent you have a duty to wield with energetic grace.
-Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia, Rob Brezsny 104
I prune strawberries.
I make a safe space to nurture life within the garden sphere.
Beneath it all, I find earth.
I turn from the bed to find total destruction!
Lying on the path: squashed snails and dying blooms,
A serving of slaughter (= (if not >)) growth preserved.
I, life giver.
I create and destroy.
This is a necessary rhythm:
the world seeking balance.