Desert Bandit
I've found you. A chant from the desert.
Sometimes, teaching requires that you step into a role that you may feel unworthy playing. At the same time, being taught requires that we surrender what we already do in order to think and do different (oftentimes better). When we stay open to changing our flaws, to the fact that people can come along as true divine helpers, and that the relationships we dream about really can come to be, an astonishing surrender takes place; on a level so subterranean, we cannot and will not translate into language. That would be a disservice.
Here I am sharing with you the language that feels closest to the resonance of what is moving through me, shaken awake by a trip to Sedona.
“I will not share my nuanced inner process & pain, but rather the perspective that comes from living there, devoted; in the process.”
I’ve been in a relationships in my life where I can see clearly that I am both being taught, and teaching. And there’s an interesting dynamic, where my mind won’t allow both of those things to be true at one time - the fact that I am both teacher and student within a certain relationship dynamic. But what would happen if there was total acceptance and even encouragement of this synergistic exchange?
A touchstone of human-to-humanness. What if when we are being taught, we don’t feel inferior, we just are receiving information to be better. What if at the same time, we lead. What if instead of hiding behind what we know, we use our open heart and mind as protection. What if instead of staying closed off to absorbing new ways of being, we keep our hearts open in hell and create the heaven that can exist here. That is the armor.
Desert bandit, full moon of my love, I’ve found you.
The brain is neuroplastic, I think we forget that sometimes. The brain is trainable in whichever direction you desire….
Here’s a way to keep the heart and mind open like a budding flower:
chanting.
here’s one of my favorites: a chant from The Yoruban + Santeria traditions - to the ocean goddess Oshun.
Ide were were nita oshun
Ide were were
ide were were nita oshun
ide were were nita ya
ocha kiniba, nita oshun
cheke, cheke, cheke
nita ya, ide were were
When life and relations lose their novelty, we become complacent. Excitement, newness, nakedness is what we’re seeking. It is what we hope for on the other side of that dopamine fix.
I am knowing more and more that is a requirement for our health to keep showing up anew, to resist the hardening of ourselves. So, creating novelty in our own little worlds is what we do. Sing with authenticity, explore expressing yourself in a new way. And do it wholeheartedly.
There is no other option.
Assuming someone’s “got you,” assuming its not your job to take responsibility for your own complacency and do something about it, is placing your power outside of yourself. Instead of placing your source of comfort & joy onto the existence of someone else and receipt of adoration from them, return that responsibility back to you. I think we all need to be reminded of this sometimes.
Really, in the end, all we’ve got is ourselves. Nobody else is there. But at the same time, it’s you. All of you is here, a vast spectrum of light.
xo
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