muladara

dive into the red

into the root

this is where we begin 

we root down to rise up 

who are you 

where is your home 

who are your people 

why were you placed upon this Earth

primal needs

feed, bathe, clothe, and shelter me 

ancient repressed traumas that form who we are today 

and are our greatest gifts 

what hurts you the most once hurt you the most 

how does that sculpt your current reality 

who you are today

how are you moving 

forward 

from this place of 

ancient trauma 

small self 

sweet inner child screaming 

hold me 

how do we move from 

here 

(photos from puja fire ceremony in Kerala, India) 

chakra

wrist

2.5 wks post-surgery

what do you think?

optimal living

i know what makes me happy 

and i know what doesn't 

i resolve to do more of what i love 

and leave or transform what i don't 

oh Creator, either help me transform my city experience, or help me leave in a good way- with all my lessons here finished 

and dear Creator, thanks for my family. thanks for Fate. thanks for all the wild and beautiful places on this planet. and thanks for my Life. 

aho!

how to heal after surgery

delicious life-loving exuberant vibrant life-giving red clover sprouts

earthy grounding binding soothing comfrey poultice 

intoxicating scents colors tastes friendship of mountain flower beauties

banyans and tea pots

pic 1 and 2= some of my favorite people chillin in some of my favorite trees around here: ancient banyan (ficus family) elders plus my blood-sister, tcm-big-bro, and chigong-lil-sis. mmm 

pic 3= gift from my distant aunt who lives in taichung... my first two teapots to call "mine"! very special little 土雞/ dirt chicken (that's one of my nicknames here- a dirt chicken is wild, independent, strong, adaptable and self-sufficient. it's opposite is a meat-chicken... use your imagination) teapot and 葫/ gourd (symbol of luck, and carried around by spiritual seekers and monks) 

family

surprised to find distant blood relatives here in taichung 

laughter and old conversations, play on two flutes and a piano

how does the same blood that flows thru same bone from once upon a time- how are we connected? 

we all came from same blood and bone, once upon a time- how we do connect! 

we are all family 

mirroring

i dreamed that i was running away... then i realized that who i was running from was weak and hurt as well, and all i needed to do was step forward,assert myself, truthspeak--- and comfort a fellow human being, once hurt, now hurting