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TOKENS - YOUR EDGE. OUR EDGE. DRAGONFLY.

tokens :: banter & auguries between the women of moonrise | 13maya, & guides found on path

 

She only lives a couple of months like this, in flight. The majority of her work - underwater, in process, becoming, takes 2-4 years. She is a naiad for lifetimes upon lifetimes.

 

Q- There's more?! I'm sinking in to this new way of thinking, of doing, not entirely understanding what it all means, but loving that it's a bit nebulous, and feeling 100% right about it all...And every time I read this, I have no idea what it means - "what's your edge?" What does that mean?? 
 

When the naiad begins her climb to the surface, along some leafy ridge, or an undercarriage of granite, she is, still, submerged. She knows currents, not wind. She knows light, not clarity. Her wings are simply a backpack she carries, unused. The moment she crawls thru the surface of the water, she's at an edge, yes? And it's hers. Her threshold. Her initiation. A shift between worlds, with a clear before, during, and after. A bridge she's made in the moment of crossing. So that's one edge.

I remember a long, advanced yoga class, a decade ago. I would go for the relief of space, the quiet that comes from committing a few hours from family. I tended to slumber thru these classes - I had always been flexible, and really, I longed for the culture, music and community from the ethnic dance of my youth. American yoga seemed culturally diffuse and it had been years since a teacher inspired me. And then...I was caught. Doing something fully unconscious, obvious, and...well, just unconscious.  The instructor placed a hand at my sacrum and pushed me forward until I could barely balance. She stepped on my feet, and hands, awaking an entirely new center of gravity. I couldn't hang. She whispered into my ear, "for you, they need to be strength poses." 

When I relied on my flexibility, I wasn't in a full practice. I was asleep. My edge began when I engaged my muscles and balance awake. Then, I was In. Once it took something.

So that's an edge.

The naiad, which looks much like a wet grasshopper-fish, finds her way to a protected spot in the sun, and begins the shocking work of splitting behind her eyes. An exquisitely intricate hinge breaks open, and she pulls her head thru, before taking an hour to squeeze, pull, and push a much larger version herself from the shell.  Crumpled petal wings somehow unfurl, and fill with crystalline, transparent glass. It's trepidatious, and the weather is a thing - too much wind, and they stick together, or fold into themselves all wrong. Waves threaten to smash her tail, as she pulses into full width + color. It's a birth both masculine, and feminine. It's a risk the entire time, and she must stay very still, and dry, for a long, long time. If there's a dock spider, mink, or other predator close, she's eaten alive.  So this birthing, this transformation, this patient process of constant work requires a bit of safe haven. If all goes well, there's flight. Dragon medicine. Predatation. Gifts of the ancient protectress.

ALL OF THAT. THE WHOLE OF IT. BIRTHING AS EDGEWORK.

The short answer is - your edge is your growing edge, where you might shrink or expand, and where you might build from. The real answer is, you choose the nature of your edge. There are external edges. Internal edges. Societal edges. We're in some of those, right now.

At any given moment, we can choose the edge we hold, but the truth is, they are all at play, all the time. The gifts of engagement are those of transformation. The gifts of boundaries are those of sustained performance. Personally. Communally. Systemically.

{that link goes to a free year of exquisite, important boundary work to go with your work here. yup.}

We don't have to seek the edge.  A diverse blessed village, in alignment with our future expression of right-livelihood, will call us out.  When we can no longer stay underwater, and the impulse comes to move to the surface, we will.

In 3 Rings: A Context for Movement-Building, below, I break down the three edges, or rings & four spheres of reality we work with in *GIVEN* and MOONRISE | 13.  Feel free to right-click, to download.

xx. M

 

PS - If you'd like to circle live with movement builders on ecology & economy, I invite you to apply to the Evolving & Emerging Economies Jam. We gather this October, riverside, and at BIONEERS.  Click the image to apply. 

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TOKENS - DESERT MOUNTAIN MAHOGANY

  tokens :: banter & auguries between the women of   moonrise | 13  ,   maya  , & guides found   on path  .

tokens :: banter & auguries between the women of moonrise | 13maya, & guides found on path.

Q. "I know what we have is working. People are so hungry for this work, they are coming to us in droves. The problem is that we can see where it's going, & we've kinda already done it. And it feels like - "Is this it? We just keep sharing others & little pieces of our work & what, people are inspired?" We see the end & I'm getting bored." 

I look up, and there's 35 feet of glistening, silver, fuzzy feathers. I honestly giggle, thinking, "honestly, WTF, how can this not be for the amusement of humans? Spirit is so amazing to make us gifts like this." The light is doing crazy things to the leaves in this tree. She's dancing. 

Q. "The truth is, I have the basic support I need for my work. But if I had more support, I could take this to an entirely different level of contribution. But that means changing my foundation."

I want to somehow bring this tree home, & love her up.
 

>>> if you want more support + attention, capture more light. bring more beauty.<<<


A breeze comes thru and the feathers begin to lift, sway, and twizzle into the soil around me. 

Holy shit. They're seeds.

THE WAY YOU'VE DONE THINGS MAY OR MAY NOT BE IN LINE WITH YOUR INNATE BUILDING GESTURE, WHICH IS SOMEHOW BOTH SPECIFIC & UNLIMITED. 

HAVE YOU BEEN DANCING + FLOATING, HUSTLING, OR RUNNING? HAVE YOU BEEN DIGGING DITCHES, OR PILING SANDBAGS IN FRONT OF A SQUALL? THERE'S A VAST DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SELF-EXPRESSION & SURVIVAL.

LOOK AT WHAT'S WORKED FOR YOU, NOT FOR OTHERS. AGAIN, TALENT + ACHIEVEMENT IS DISTINCT FROM INSPIRITED IMPULSE. 

WHEN DID YOU GO INTO FLOWMENTS, WHERE TIME DISAPPEARED? THOSE ARE THE MOMENTS THAT THINKING STOPPED. THOSE ARE THE MOMENTS THAT YOU WERE IN YOUR ZONE, A SUPPORTED CONDUIT, WORKING WITHIN YOUR INNATE GESTURE.

IF YOU'RE BORED, THEN THERE'S OTHER ASPECTS OF YOUR EXPRESSION THAT NEED ATTENDING. CONSIDER  EACH ASPECT OF YOUR WORK, AND FIND SOMEPLACE TO BRING BEAUTY. WHAT CAN YOU MAKE SHIMMER? BRING MOVEMENT. WHERE CAN YOU BRING DANCE? BRING FOCUSED PURPOSE. WHERE CAN YOU CLARIFY ROLES, & AIM YOUR SIGHTS?

THEY ARE SEEDS.

Desert Mountain Mahogany, in fact. Each feather, slightly distinct in curve + curl, is not just a lit dancer. She's the promise keeper of an entire organism, that will, in turn, create more seeds, more potential than could ever be fulfilled.

IMAGINE YOURSELF A TREE. YOUR SEEDS (IDEAS-PROJECTS-MOVEMENTS), IN THEIR MULTIPLICITY, ARE STILL DISTINCT. DIFFERENT IDEAS, & DIFFERENT POSSIBILITIES. DIFFERENT INVENTIONS, COMMUNITIES, PRODUCTS, & DIFFERENT FORMS OF CONTRIBUTION. AND YET, YOUR SEEDS ARE STILL INFUSED WITH THE PROMISE OF YOUR DNA, YOUR WAY.

your gesture is how you move thru the world, the shape you make when you grow, the tracks you leave in the space around you. desert mountain mahogany shows us how her beauty, how she dances, is also how she attracts light, pollinators, and spreads her magic. her success is in her being herself.

THE INNATE GESTURE (SHAPE THRU WHICH ONE MOVES OVER TIME) OF YOUR SEEDS-IDEAS-PROJECTS-MOVEMENTS, ARE ALSO THE WAY THEY ARE SHARED, THE WAY THAT THEY THEY SPREAD, THE WAY THAT THEY ATTRACT OTHERS, THE WAY THEY DANCE, AND THE WAY THEY FIND THEMSELVES IN FERTILE SOIL.


unless. your roots, core or members are not well enough to proliferate. maybe there hasn't been enough fertile soil. not enough sun, or water. or the earth was somehow poisoned.

the gift of this moment, is to heal. check in with your home soil now. is it nourishing? truly - do you have the nourishment you need for what's wanting to grow? is there poison? think of the purity of organics. what's not clean enough, bright enough, fresh, local & vibrant enough for your innate expression to persist? 

are you, your team & your loved ones local enough in your relationships, or do you send each other non-local? does something need to be healed? is your core strong? (literally) make a plan. how about what you feed your heart, your hands, your ears & your eyes? is it of the quality you need to grow not just yourself, but an heirloom version of yourself?

Q."I'm overwhelmed by the multiplicity of possibilities. These ideas, they come fully intact. My friends have more fucking proposals than I can begin to wrap my head around. And I know exactly what they need to do to get them started, or to push them to the next level. What I can't wrap my head around, is what I should be doing. Which ones are the right priorities? Or how do I help them in a way that pays me enough & gives me enough credit to move on? I want to build out my income streams." 

the truth is that nature is overwhelmingly abundant. there are more seeds than will ever be planted. that's all. it's not personal. if you choose to focus, then you can directly nurture and nourish each seed.   

PICK THE TREES WITH FUTURES YOU WANT TO SEE.

{and let the rest fall away.} 

DON'T DO ANYTHING, ANYMORE, FOR SHALLOW RETURNS. FEED YOUR WHOLE SELF, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO OFFER THE REST OF US. WE DON'T WANT TO CONSUME OR SUPPORT ANYTHING LESS.

FILL UP. OPEN YOUR HEART CHAKRA TO THE SUN. DANCE. TWIZZLE YOUR WAY INTO PURE + FERTILE SOILS.

{you already know what to do}

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TOKENS - WHITE CLOUD POPPY

tokens :: banter between the women of moonrise | 13, maya & guides found, on path

 

"I guess it's hard for me to understand what of my thoughts, feelings, perceptions, sights, sounds, heartbeats are indeed conversations." 

White Cloud Poppy has already appeared in a rushed crowd on my right. I've never been able to figure out exactly when she's coming. She just appears, 1' tall, then 3. Then 5 - and she's over my head.

she's aiming for the sun.

YOU DECLARE THE CONVERSATIONS BY PLACING YOUR AIMS. OFFERING ATTENTION, MAGNIFYING, BEING A SOURCE OF NEW LIFE + NEW LIGHT, SO THAT WE KNOW, TOO.

that's a lot of power, don't you think? it is. choose wisely.


"...this is the path I see to a more exponential empowerment worldwide. Maybe not though. Many times I like just living this life present, quiet, garden, chickens, goat (if I'm lucky:) ). With my little ones, in my community is enough. And then it's not again." 

She's effervescent. just a flower, maybe. simply. and then again... now 6', she towers over me, a sky-field of bright, fluffy, sunny-side up blooms.  

YOUR CONVERSATION IS YOUR GESTURE IS YOUR WAY IS THE SHAPE, SMELL, TASTE, & THE FEEL OF YOUR TIDES, WHEN YOU SEND YOUR RIPPLES OUT INTO THE WHOLE.

{and what possibility are you dropping, into our seas?} 

She is a conversation for the light. she's food for the honey-makers, who dip, & sway, dizzy & over-heavy with vivid yellow dust from tip to tip. it looks like a microscopic holi fest. they aren't collecting pollen. they are dousing themselves with it.

SO IS IT ENOUGH? YES. WHAT EVER YOU'RE DOING IS PLENTY. IS IT FULFILLING? WELL. WE SPIRAL IN, & WE SPIRAL OUT.

Her gesture is that of hearty, substantial light & joy. she's tough in her happiness.  and, her roots are found in the dark. she feeds off humus.

don't overthink the nature of your conversation or gesture. just feel into your body, & live with the questions of it. let your roots, & your vision & your everyday quiet be enough. 

JUST FOLLOW THE ENERGY. 


{she's aiming for the sun.}


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And today,

 I'm aiming for some waves.

xx, Maya
the island, nh

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