Consideration doesn’t grow on trees. We can’t just pluck prudence anytime its reasoning has exited our existence. Instead, it is a conditioning of support not unlike exercise for which we must bother to breed. Excuse my blunt cruelty, but we are going to get f*ucked to those queasy lousy degrees one way or more often in many manners. So long as you’re breathing you might wind up sunf*cked with a burn or tossed over by a lover who preferred someone else’s shiny new genitalia to your own. The boss could rip you off as soon as you’ve produced all that hard work or your kid flicks you a famed disownment middle finger of walking out on the family in a shame blame game when all you were offering was sturdy protection. The action of care creates comfort convenience that I think we cannot afford to live without. What’s vital for you and this planet presently is a philosophy of concern.
We’re all just walking each other home. ~Ram Dass
The empath in me is eternally bothered by people who aren’t. You know, the ones who seem to easily slide between feelings, communication, vulnerability, interactions, and interest in any other human. Unless, of course, they have a hankering they need to shake loose. There’s an itch they must complete to scratching (venting, touch, sexuality unleashed). Yet, their two-way street is often barricaded. A lone ego is allowed to roam. To tap into that part of ourselves which truly understands that our bodies are merely the housing where we’re granted a chance to live well will lead you to the treasure trove of relentless consolation. Sensing habitual satisfaction with self is how we domesticate happiness. Taking great custody to mind trusted treatment of your dwelling amounts to easement for all aspects of your energy. Wisely, whenever sturdy grounding is in place we’re better at troubleshooting outwardly.
I may positively help you if I’ve taken care of me first. Recognizing there’s ‘life’ in ‘relief’ is the dominant discipline. Our selves demand supervision. This implies all the realms of sight: oversight, insight, hindsight, foresight, and the specially plain ‘simple’ eyesight of handling oneself carefully through all times. Here’s where and what friends are for. You want to have people who can keep you in check about #allthethings operating your nervous system, lobbing it out of whack and why, or dividing the duality from actuality. These partners are your lifeline to the rationality of balance who can maintain your vertical power when horizontal darkness wants you to cave. I’m blessed to have a variety of folks feeding these parts of me. Within our love for one another lays the pearls of reciprocity. We’ve connected over an exchange. Our synchronicity tendered by mutual caring.
A few good mantras can see me through a load of poop. A sage family member (who wears a whole lot of similarity to me in relationship history) recently shared a couple of kickin’ verbiage wonders I’ve been rounding daily: “Diversify don’t intensify” and “Be cool and don’t drool”. She was kindly trying to get my brain to relate to a new state of non-existential blasphemy. For all the inspiration and amour I pour unto others, my mid-life moment math has tried to rule me with ruin by computing into the negative numbers zone. Not yet have I generated a: baby, marriage, abode, brand, business, charity… you get the drifting. Currently, in the throes of Cancer season ~ a water sign, it doesn’t elude me I’ve chosen to COVID isolate on an island (i.e. swaddled in the mirroring-effect of water’s powers of reflexology). Rival to sacred scrying, simmering memories are flooding and flooring me into being seen by myself in a more intimate way than ever before.
Sometimes I wish boxes weren’t the only things stamped with important labels. Most individuals activated with the popular “Handle with care” stamped all over us would be in preferable use. Handling ourselves with care is akin to perpetual healing. Dismantling your negligence of self is a piece to your prowess. It’s a core component twinsie to the fact I’ve heard that we don’t normally go to sharks for a hug. Dropping our grasp on the gnarly teeth of matters poking us is mental sympathy. Because I have emotional blockage to baggage is primarily an opportunity for bonding. Forget the freefall of attempting vast control. There’s no one answer. Your biggest fear ought to be any assertion of cavalierness about living or losing your life. You’ve gotta wake up to your preciousness to suss your closest caregivers. May your antics of attraction include all the hand-holding, hugs or kisses you’ve given, are missing, and waiting to dole out again promptly. Stay surrounded by unquestionable love.
Attention to crafting your lightheartedness details assures some smooth sailing.