I Grieve 2

Female alto voice, violins, harp, techno, pulsing beats, layered vocals, flute, oboe

V5.5

The darker ones, not always easy, but more potent, like dirt that everything can grow from. A small pill bug breaking up the clogs of dirt so the seeds can grow.
The Garden has its own grieving process, only seen at night when the dew falls and it waters itself with solace and consolation, and that what withers never grows back.
Intense are the cycles of the moon, all 13 marking the blood-sworn oath to be present and willing, so what emerges emerges from completion and wholeness.
Timing with the Moon fosters care and hope, regeneration and rejuvenation, and allows the mending to Thread the torn.
Timing is time, and there is a time to grieve, but there is also a time to move forward, beyond the un and into the Nu. We are at that place, the pages are available and the open space is provided, providing it is truly open.
Time will tell its telling and the Papered Awareness will make its turn, as the numerical and alphabetical sequence is activated. We are the key, and we have the maps that chart the course that opens the door to every room.
Finding the Mystery is easy, knowing the way takes knowledge of many lifetimes, marked with the salt of our endeavors. Patience, compassion, and love mark the way forward.
Only step where the ground beneath you supports you fully, mark you way, and count your lucky stars that hold you up, so that what clears is completely cleared, and in good course.
The circumferic measure and its orbit, transcends the limitational pull that occurs when obstacle meets path, and path takes a turn. Turning up to the compassionate embrace of the Goddess, allows the ease to unfold beyond.
Matching step to seat, the full sound of harmony resides within the desire for release from the limitational pulls that are encountered.
We are the sight mesmerized by a future outside the grid. Knock knock knock, who will answer the door, Goldilocks or the Wolf, because the grandma has been taken alive
to the planet more gracious, more composed, more literal, to the needs of the day.
Moving Garden space inside the flow of renovation, restoration, rejuvenation, and regeneration, to regenerate the nervous system to once again unblock its flow, so all connected can feel the support of the past, present, and future.
Waking up to the call, waking up to the caw, caw, caw of the Raven, the Cardinal, the Bluejay, the Blackbird, the Blue Bird of Happiness, the Chickadee, the Catbird, the Mocking bird, the Wren, the Hawk, the Seagull, the Pigeon, and the Eagle, all relate to our Home as refuge.This Home has held us each close through happiness, love, consolance, overwhelm, upset, fear, conjugating all the factors we need and breaking them down to form a healing shield within us, around us, above us, below us, and side to side.
A House of Clarity that owns the reason why we gather, why we ask, why we answer, why we cry, why we wonder, why we stand in an awareness of the Love that we have for each other, whether it be Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall.
We have all been there for each other, and we’ve needed that in all the same ways. Sometimes we feel written upon, sometimes we feel gathered up, sometimes we feel cut apart, sometimes we feel not truly present, sometimes we feel not completely forgiven.
Sometimes we feel full of dark, sometimes we feel full of light, sometimes we forget, sometimes we remember, sometimes we share, sometimes we don’t, sometimes we tell it all, sometimes we hide it all, but in this we do have the freedom here to Be, whether we’re nice or not.
Whether we are grumpy or loving, because this is what women want the freedom to be. Not considered like in the male world, valuable or not, smart or not, old or young, expansive or not, closed up or not, smart or not, valuable or not, creative or not, the right color or not, the right movement or not.
We have given this in this House of Clarity, and sometimes we are very happy, sometimes we are very mad, sometimes we are very sad, sometimes we are very wise, sometimes we are very stupid, sometimes we are very right, sometimes we are very wrong.
Yes, that is what happens in Clarity House for 36 years, we make and remake the colors of who we want to Be, and that is outside the allowances of the world.
We are outside the right colors, we are outside the right feelings, we are outside the right reasons, we may be even outside the teachings of our mothers so we have had to learn to mother ourselves, instead of expecting it from others.
We are now the mothers of the mothers of the mothers, and challenge the world with our outrageous expectations to learn how to mother ourselves.
I am not the mother of you, you are not the mother of me,  am not the mother of her, and I’m not the mother of we.
I have become the mother of Me, and I stand alone, as you learn to be the mother of you.
How can we mother ourselves through this time, and not blame others? How can we mother ourselves through this time and become more of the mother than we have ever dreamed.
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The darker ones, not always easy, but more potent, like dirt that everything can grow from. A small pill bug breaking up the clogs of dirt so the seeds can grow. The Garden has its own grieving process, only seen at night when the dew falls and it waters itself with solace and consolation, and that what withers never grows back. Intense are the cycles of the moon, all 13 marking the blood-sworn oath to be present and willing, so what emerges emerges from completion and wholeness. Timing with the Moon fosters care and hope, regeneration and rejuvenation, and allows the mending to Thread the torn. Timing is time, and there is a time to grieve, but there is also a time to move forward, beyond the un and into the Nu. We are at that place, the pages are available and the open space is provided, providing it is truly open. Time will tell its telling and the Papered Awareness will make its turn, as the numerical and alphabetical sequence is activated. We are the key, and we have the maps that chart the course that opens the door to every room. Finding the Mystery is easy, knowing the way takes knowledge of many lifetimes, marked with the salt of our endeavors. Patience, compassion, and love mark the way forward. Only step where the ground beneath you supports you fully, mark you way, and count your lucky stars that hold you up, so that what clears is completely cleared, and in good course. The circumferic measure and its orbit, transcends the limitational pull that occurs when obstacle meets path, and path takes a turn. Turning up to the compassionate embrace of the Goddess, allows the ease to unfold beyond. Matching step to seat, the full sound of harmony resides within the desire for release from the limitational pulls that are encountered. We are the sight mesmerized by a future outside the grid. Knock knock knock, who will answer the door, Goldilocks or the Wolf, because the grandma has been taken alive to the planet more gracious, more composed, more literal, to the needs of the day. Moving Garden space inside the flow of renovation, restoration, rejuvenation, and regeneration, to regenerate the nervous system to once again unblock its flow, so all connected can feel the support of the past, present, and future. Waking up to the call, waking up to the caw, caw, caw of the Raven, the Cardinal, the Bluejay, the Blackbird, the Blue Bird of Happiness, the Chickadee, the Catbird, the Mocking bird, the Wren, the Hawk, the Seagull, the Pigeon, and the Eagle, all relate to our Home as refuge.This Home has held us each close through happiness, love, consolance, overwhelm, upset, fear, conjugating all the factors we need and breaking them down to form a healing shield within us, around us, above us, below us, and side to side. A House of Clarity that owns the reason why we gather, why we ask, why we answer, why we cry, why we wonder, why we stand in an awareness of the Love that we have for each other, whether it be Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall. We have all been there for each other, and we’ve needed that in all the same ways. Sometimes we feel written upon, sometimes we feel gathered up, sometimes we feel cut apart, sometimes we feel not truly present, sometimes we feel not completely forgiven. Sometimes we feel full of dark, sometimes we feel full of light, sometimes we forget, sometimes we remember, sometimes we share, sometimes we don’t, sometimes we tell it all, sometimes we hide it all, but in this we do have the freedom here to Be, whether we’re nice or not. Whether we are grumpy or loving, because this is what women want the freedom to be. Not considered like in the male world, valuable or not, smart or not, old or young, expansive or not, closed up or not, smart or not, valuable or not, creative or not, the right color or not, the right movement or not. We have given this in this House of Clarity, and sometimes we are very happy, sometimes we are very mad, sometimes we are very sad, sometimes we are very wise, sometimes we are very stupid, sometimes we are very right, sometimes we are very wrong. Yes, that is what happens in Clarity House for 36 years, we make and remake the colors of who we want to Be, and that is outside the allowances of the world. We are outside the right colors, we are outside the right feelings, we are outside the right reasons, we may be even outside the teachings of our mothers so we have had to learn to mother ourselves, instead of expecting it from others. We are now the mothers of the mothers of the mothers, and challenge the world with our outrageous expectations to learn how to mother ourselves. I am not the mother of you, you are not the mother of me, am not the mother of her, and I’m not the mother of we. I have become the mother of Me, and I stand alone, as you learn to be the mother of you. How can we mother ourselves through this time, and not blame others? How can we mother ourselves through this time and become more of the mother than we have ever dreamed. Aging faces a

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