A Menagerie of Beasts and Belonging // shadows come, too

 The entire prismatic spectrum is what makes wholeness, opposite things inevitably (always, inextricably, forever, amen) hold hands with one another.

Every boundary between them is a place – maybe even THIS place. Maybe even EVERY PLACE.

Here: a spot in between the sun and the moon, a shadow and a sunray.

Grief and hope. Love and heartbreak. Fear and trust. Disappointment and renewal. Constriction and Expansiveness. Above and Below.

We bring all of it. We must. We meet in the middle of all things, somehow our arms are big enough to hold it all.

I wonder about the things we think are beautiful in these boundary places // (boundary places, being, turns out, every place)

I wonder about the things we do not think are beautiful in these places. Beauty in the edges, violence in the edges. A slow parade of both.

The hills not so far from here hold myrtle spurge in the springtime – invasive, toxic. This plant can make a person go blind. It is also beautiful, a kaleidoscope of strange flowers yellowgreenorange.

To eradicate them, they must be treated down to the roots. I am talking about more than one thing. I am talking about bringing everything.

I am talking about care as sacred and I am also talking about anger as sacred. In order to bring my care I must also bring my fear. In order to bring my hope I must also bring my anger, my grief.

All of this under the huge umbrella called love.

Maybe even called living, called being a creature during this time in history.

We and all of our beasts belong everywhere : you, me, that doe, that rock, this heartbreak, this hope.