lessons

I just spent a week at the feet of a mighty elder, Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés. It’s going to take a small lifetime to digest everything that went down these past days, not to mention the past few months on the farm. So many ebbs and flows, ups and downs, but life in my 40s is bearing the most beautiful and unexpected fruits, and I’m loving every sparkly gray hair that pops out of my head. I’m still feeling very quiet and turned inward and unsure of how to even begin to express what’s been brewing inside of me, so I’m going to let it simmer a while longer. For now, here’s a few things I can say with great confidence:

– Honeybees, rose bushes, and dangerous old women all have a lot to teach about holding a firm boundary with style.

– The deepest, most painful wounds can be an access point to the richest and most fruitful gifts.

– It’s worthwhile to be selective about your teachers, thoughts, lovers, where you put your attention, and how you spend your time.

– Everything dies, there is always new life, and we could all benefit from leaning into the life/death/life cycle.

– Fresh tomatoes, fireflies, laughter, and calendula blossoms in full bloom make it really hard to be in a bad mood for too long.

– It’s never too late to start, yet there’s really no time to waste (but be ever so patient and gentle with yourself along the way).

– Table scraps, emotions, weeds, behavior patterns, and harmful systems can all be composted into something generative and beautiful.

– Your voice is needed in this world, and it’s needed right now.

– Life is a series of moments that are gone as soon as they arrive, so it’s a good idea to pay attention.

– It all really does come down to love.

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