safe passage

Day 62

You were created to surf the waves of the wind on tissue paper wings,

to fill the space between heaven and earth with shatteringly beautiful color,  fire in the sky.

Surely you were intended as a gift, the love of a creator made manifest.

All you wanted was an intact world, a safe place to settle your babies, a home to rest your tiny bodies after your mighty journey, a breeding ground, food.

And for a long time there was always enough. Enough blue sky to travel through, enough green earth for navigation, enough starlight to find your way at night, enough forest to hold your weary bodies.

Like celebrations, you were, a great ribbon stretched across thousands of miles. You knew to arrive in the south on The Day of the Dead, a time when our world is most open to all kinds of winged ones.

Your people, you understand the way that generations work together, must cooperate for the greater good.

Thinking of you today, and writing this, I can almost sense you here with me, a fluttering at the edge of my vision, a whisper against my cheek.

I apologize for my people. Many of them do not understand the way the world is, how the big ones are supposed to take care of the little ones, take care of their homelands, see to it that the earth is kept healthy, happy, fertile, and rich. Humid, and dry, and warm, and wet.

They tell me your numbers are dwindling now. Down by a quarter, a half, two thirds, that you may not recover, that this could be a march to the end, that the same things killing you are killing your sisters, the bees.

And still, we pour poisons on the ground, mow down your milkweed fields and turn forests into parking lots.

And you know,

I take that back, what I said earlier, about apologizing for my people.

They are not my people. The ones who forgot how the world works.

They are not my people.

Are not.

My people

remember.

I pray for safe passage,

for the winged ones on their journeys,

and for all of us during this time of transition.

My heart is very broken.

I am hurt in a thousand different ways.

Thank you for listening,

Love,

Natasha

Check out more beautiful footage of the Monarchs at
And dear Azralmena, my Spiral sister, thank you for our incredible guest piece tonight. This, in your words, “offering to the rebellion.” Yes, we begin. Thank you for your words Azralmena. I love you. Thank you for sharing.

as i began reading, i began weeping

so many tears for so many different reasons

a tear for the RELIEF… in knowing that i am not alone in this mourning

a tear for the heart-shattering DESPAIR… in knowing that i am not alone in this mourning

so much to mourn

how can we just let all this pain in?

what will happen?

the sunshine will never find its way thru all this darkness

it is too thick

“there is nothing to be done” we say

a tear for the sadness of self-limitation
so many souls, so much confusion, so much despair

a tear for the part of me that thought “i wish it was me that started this, I want to be recognized, I want to be heard….I, I, I

 …so lost in our “I”s
a tear for the part of me that thought i had no right
a tear for the shame
a lot of tears for shame
for all the times i have pretended i am…or am not something;
while i kicked my truth beneath the rug telling it to keep quite; and not to embarass me
that was hard to write…it is hard to be raw…a nerve exposed to the biting wind
i am ashamed i am so selfish, i am ashamed that i care what people think, i am ashamed that i keep turning my eyes;
excusing myself from the responsibility that is my own
i am ashamed that i can so easily forget the sickening inequality of the world as i drink my wine and buy my new boots
as children perish with bellies swollen
i am ashamed that i so often do not cherish these gifts i have, but wish for something different…just…..something
there must be something to fix this curse of discontenment, some magic key, some secret path……something
a tear for the constant searching; for moments forgotten; passed by in our insatiable search
but….our shame is NOT our truth,
our self-loathing and limitation is not our truth
our guilt is not our truth
our truth is what we CHOOSE
so we must be RAW now…hold nothing back
we must acknowledge our shame, our fears, our deepest darkest secrets
we must bring them out from the dungeons and guide them gently into the sunlight
let them be bathed in the light, in the warmth
and then….little by little… there faces begin to change, not looking so dark and menacing as they once did
but sad, and confused and lonely….in need of a hug
and as we accept those broken parts of ourselves….we remember….
we are everything….AND… we are what we choose
we have nothing to hide
we have nothing to prove
we have this moment, and the next, and the next, and the one after that to be “us”
to be truly, fully, unapologetically, openly, joyfully US
and when our little world of walls that we have spent so many years building up inside of ourselves begin to fall…
the walls between everything else begin to fall too….
and we begin to SEE each other
a tear for that…a tear for all the walls that are crumbling as we reach out to one another
no longer hiding, but standing before each other raw and vulnerable
putting our foot down and saying enough is enough!
a tear for the heart bursting, laughter filled, hand joining, torch raising,, voice raising, mind blowing beauty that is the
HUMAN SPIRIT
so many of us feel we do not have the right to shine, to be the carriers of light
we look around, and think “oh…her light is so bright, mine will never be that bright…..
he’s already shining, there is no room for me”
BUT WE DO
and WE MUST
the time is now!
light goes on forever….unless there is something there to obstruct its path
there is ENDLESS SPACE
it turns out… we can all shine our very brightest! turn ourselves on full blast!
we do not cancel each other out, there is no competition, there is only LIGHT
there is only LOVE
and as each person decides to switch on there own light… our own lights become even brighter, and then our brighter light shines onto someone elses,
causing their light to shine brighter
until….
WE ARE ALL ONE BRILLIANT PERFECT LIGHT
we have all chosen to be here on earth…in this time of great shifting
and it is NOT EASY
the responsibility of it all is cell shattering….ripping us apart and scattering our pieces so violently
that we believe we will never be put together again….
many of us forgotten we were whole to begin with
but we must remember that we cannot be separated
separation is an illusion
and as this memory floods back to us….this ancient, primal, simple wisdom that
WE ARE NOT SEPARATE
as this truth fills us up….
we RE-member
every part of us
because we know that wherever our pieces are scattered
they are not alone
we are a shattered people living on a shattered earth
but we are also whole
so with this knowing, we set to work
bending down, with baskets woven in solidarity, resting in the soft nooks of our elbows
and we gather
piece by piece
we BEGIN
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2 responses to “safe passage

  1. Oof. Wow. Sad. Beautiful. Inspiring. You, Natasha, you, Azralmena, are my people.

    • Yes Huckleberry, you also, are my people. It’s part of the work right now isn’t it? Finding our people, our tribe. It’s exciting!

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