Celebrating the possible . . .

In the mailbox: a moon-day celebration two days ahead of a full one . . .

What does it mean when men stop trusting their own intuition . . . [when they stop] trusting other men with their spiritual questions and visions? . . . Everyone suffers when men doubt other men's intuitive dreams. What if dreaming of plants wasn't just a passing fantasy but a mythical, masculine birthright? How powerful would it be if our brothers didn't laugh at their vulnerable brothers and sisters? – after Sophie Strand

Another poetry month poem:

See how I wrote those words and survived,

how you read them and lived? You and I,

we just keep getting smaller, more hardened.

Whatever hope we have left is crouched

within us, waiting to germinate. Are we not

also children being taught to hide until

we’re told we’re safe and pretend to believe it? – Abby E. Murray

Don't be afraid of tears . . . “Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.” — Charlotte Brontë
It’s an honor when a friend cries in front of you and wants to be held and comforted by you. It’s a gift to have a friend hold emotions for you—no, not handle them for you, but make space for them and for you. – Maria Shriver.

Here's the deal: Fear not letting go. Letting go doesn't mean you won't continue being surprised with memories you've buried deep in the Abattoir of the rabbit-hole at the bottom of the bloody lake. Letting go allows for those surprises to come up so that they can be released. This is the purchase price of freedom. It's why writing seems difficult, and forgiveness nigh to impossible.

What's not impossible is celebrating the birthday of Dr. Jane Goodall born 89 years ago today in 1934 London and still on tour.