Hari Om

It is often that experience a thread of thought and teachings in the world of “spirituality” that the abandonment of the flesh, the material world, is a cornerstone. I could not be further unimpressed by this idea. We are in bodies for some reason, and for some reason, these bodies have sensations. I find these sensations to be beautiful and sensual gestures of spirit, and embrace them as fully spiritual experiences. No apologies for loving what your body loves. Of course, beware the traps of becoming stuck, or of chasing down and grasping onto expectations of sensual pleasure, but why would this mean do not experience the rhapsody of material life knowing full well that this is temporary?

It is precisely the temporary nature of all life that we find our greatest joys and our greatest sorrows, and through our awareness that we learn they are the same.

To love something means to be brought into the place of love, the experience of love. This is equanimous in its essence. It is our judgments, read: fear, that removes equanimity from love. This is okay as well. It is when meeting my greatest fears that I have opened my most tender loves.

“The poet says, I sculpted my mirage out of language and brag. Yeah, that sounds, I can identify with that. Some of us sculpt our mirage out of fitness. Some of us sculpt our mirage out of financial success.Some of us sculpt our mirage out of silken scarves and spiritual necklaces. And some of us sculpt our mirage out of anger and resentment. And some of us sculpt our mirage out of each of these things in different times in our lives and in different ways, in different moments. But we're all just working with lumps of clay”

The inimitable bell hooks brings us home today with number 19 of her Appalachian Elegy.

Appalachian Elegy 19 bell hooks all fields of tobacco growing here gone now man has made time take them surrendered this harsh crop to other lands countries where the spirit guides go the way of lush green leaving behind the scent of memory tobacco leaves green yellow brown plant of sacred power shining beauty return to Appalachia make your face known

Thanks for breathing together today. Thanks for returning home.

All In Love,

Michael

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