life is a garden ➿ and the roots are all touching
june 25 2025
hi! happy new moon in cancer :)
i woke up yesterday in the mood to squash some beef. i reached out and it was graciously received. throughout the day i felt bountiful, free, effervescent.
☆ withholding doesn’t work for me. i truthfully don’t know if it really works for anyone. isn’t that what we call repression, which is kind of like, the root of all evil? ? ?
maybe we’re meant to make the brave choices our shadow self needs for change rather than to continuously satiate its appetite for fear. just maybe!
i think about my future in the context of seeds i am actively planting now- no arbitrary markers of success motivated by fear, insecurity, the like. me today looking out for me tomorrow. one step at a time, bite size pieces. sprouting and growing through this incremental, diligent work. one day i will grow to be a beautiful tree. letting my roots overlap other roots, leaves billowing and flowing through time and space. a stability in self, a rhizome of togetherness.
☆ the ugliest parts of myself are still part of me. a love for humanity is a return to self. each person possesses two things:
once we can leave a little legroom for each other in this regard, we begin real life. a real life of self acceptance, of sincere love for fellow man.
plant seeds. nurture your garden. permiss your cherished ones to grow there too.
the moment you withhold, it no longer is about love, but rather, the subject becoming a question of power. don’t fall victim to a culture of subjugation, of scarcity. love is love. power is power. people often want both, and yet they are not the same. may we collectively gain the wisdom to make the distinction.
my new moon wish is to be ten toes down. unwavering. my hope for you is to recognize the world as a place that really deserves to be seen. look. let it roll around your tongue, savoring. think and metabolize. you might not find the answer now, tomorrow, not until later. perhaps it’ll suddenly spring as you finally let go.
there is nothing to be lost when you know all you need has been here all along. lovers, friends, sisters, we are all these things. matter, atmosphere, breath, memory. nothing, everything. let this vastness terrify you, comfort you.
i mean it when i say that i'd be fulfilled if i died tomorrow. i live my life the best i know how. i live with my chest, heart forward. i’ve tried other things. i really have. all other paths were futile. there is no going back.
the air is hot and yet i feel held. even invisible things like the atmosphere envelop us. there is never nothing, always something. always something brushing against your imperfect, temporary mortal flesh. the flesh that carries you through this life from birth to death. we will all return to dust, to each other, to earth. we all return.
so free yourself of arbitrary rigidity! embrace what comes so freely to you. liberate yourself between the choice of “one or the other”. have the courage to declare, “yes, and-”!
hi! happy new moon in cancer :)
i woke up yesterday in the mood to squash some beef. i reached out and it was graciously received. throughout the day i felt bountiful, free, effervescent.
☆ withholding doesn’t work for me. i truthfully don’t know if it really works for anyone. isn’t that what we call repression, which is kind of like, the root of all evil? ? ?
maybe we’re meant to make the brave choices our shadow self needs for change rather than to continuously satiate its appetite for fear. just maybe!
i think about my future in the context of seeds i am actively planting now- no arbitrary markers of success motivated by fear, insecurity, the like. me today looking out for me tomorrow. one step at a time, bite size pieces. sprouting and growing through this incremental, diligent work. one day i will grow to be a beautiful tree. letting my roots overlap other roots, leaves billowing and flowing through time and space. a stability in self, a rhizome of togetherness.
☆ the ugliest parts of myself are still part of me. a love for humanity is a return to self. each person possesses two things:
- the most joyful experience that cannot be understood by anyone else
- the most painful experience that cannot be understood by anyone else
once we can leave a little legroom for each other in this regard, we begin real life. a real life of self acceptance, of sincere love for fellow man.
plant seeds. nurture your garden. permiss your cherished ones to grow there too.
the moment you withhold, it no longer is about love, but rather, the subject becoming a question of power. don’t fall victim to a culture of subjugation, of scarcity. love is love. power is power. people often want both, and yet they are not the same. may we collectively gain the wisdom to make the distinction.
my new moon wish is to be ten toes down. unwavering. my hope for you is to recognize the world as a place that really deserves to be seen. look. let it roll around your tongue, savoring. think and metabolize. you might not find the answer now, tomorrow, not until later. perhaps it’ll suddenly spring as you finally let go.
there is nothing to be lost when you know all you need has been here all along. lovers, friends, sisters, we are all these things. matter, atmosphere, breath, memory. nothing, everything. let this vastness terrify you, comfort you.
i mean it when i say that i'd be fulfilled if i died tomorrow. i live my life the best i know how. i live with my chest, heart forward. i’ve tried other things. i really have. all other paths were futile. there is no going back.
the air is hot and yet i feel held. even invisible things like the atmosphere envelop us. there is never nothing, always something. always something brushing against your imperfect, temporary mortal flesh. the flesh that carries you through this life from birth to death. we will all return to dust, to each other, to earth. we all return.
so free yourself of arbitrary rigidity! embrace what comes so freely to you. liberate yourself between the choice of “one or the other”. have the courage to declare, “yes, and-”!
last edited 6/16/25