๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด.
๐๐ง ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ข ๐ง๐ช๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ,
๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐บ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ
๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด' ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด.
-๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช
My sacred place is the prairie where the Sugar Creek and Middle Fork of the Vermilion River meet. Tony and I were praying there on the winter solstice 2023, and this song joined us. Entering winter, preparing soul to molt, to meet the season of Deep - Grief - Shed - Sleep. I had just said yes to an invitation to weave community singing into a yearlong politicized somatics training for white racial justice facilitators โ so i was thinking about โold shape/ new shapeโ as per this body of work:
โ๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ, ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ โ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด.โ ๐๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ถ๐ญ๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฃ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.โ **
In December 2023 when this song landed, we were collectively stunned and horrified watching genocide unfold before our eyes in a never-ending Eye for an Eye . . . . . freezing + numbing + raging + coping + grieving, feeling for authentic on-the-ground action. And feeling for energetic root causes: one way I pray is to work to change in me what I experience as out of balance in the world. Witnessing unmetabolized historic trauma from the terror of the Holocaust blow through Israel, "I am that." How do I stop passing on the trauma I inherited through me?
How do we stop blowing trauma through We?
What does it take to be all the way Willing?
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