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Ode to Her Period | The Medicine Wheel and Her Cycle

Ode to Her Period | The Medicine Wheel and Her Cycle

  • Post published:November 15, 2020
  • Post category:Masculinity

She has her rhythms. They come and go.  Like clockwork. Until they don’t. Heavenly periods shift from phase to phase regulating temperature and activity.  The word itself pays homage to…

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Office window view this morning as I write. How I' Office window view this morning as I write. How I've missed winter! #puremichigan #snow
Dear #Dancing Girl, I didn’t realize it but you Dear #Dancing Girl, I didn’t realize it but you had figured out a number of life lessons that took me much longer to learn. At UT Dallas it was almost every day that I saw you dancing in the quad. There you were, headphones on, getting it. You weren’t the best dancer. Not the worst either. It didn’t matter because you went for it. Right out in the open for everybody to see. You became a fixture. “Dancing Girl”. I’m not sure I ever knew your name. I remember feeling a mixture of amusement and jealousy. Amusement because it seemed so bold just to be there dancing to music no one else could hear. And jealousy because some deep part of me wanted to bust out in dance too. Reflecting back, I now see in your dancing several lessons: - Choose carefully which norms to abide by. You were outside the norm for me and I felt it. Dancing there in some forbidden space that I was 'too cool' to be in myself. "You can't dance here". I now dance just about anywhere the mood strikes. I danced in the street last night (because….COVID), in the grocery store aisle, and at my standing desk in a far distant world where people worked in places called offices. - Find the courage to be fully authentic. I remember anytime I interacted with you it was abundantly clear you weren’t doing it for the attention.You were not only unashamed, you were confident enough to be on display, authentically you. Kudos! -And dammit...you just danced! There is something so cathartic and freeing in being taken by the music. When the body dances us. Maybe I’m projecting. Maybe you weren’t courageous or authentic...maybe you just liked to dance. It doesn’t really matter. It was 11:20pm last night as I totally lost myself in the headphones, dancing with my shadow in the road under the streetlight. I lost myself, or or rather, I lost that self-conscious self & found the inner dancer self longing to wobble through the knees and shimmy through my bones. As I stopped to rest, I noticed a couple had come out of their house and was slow dancing on the sidewalk. They clapped when I walked by. Maybe all we ever need is an invitation 2 dance... Dancing Girl, you danced joyously 8 years ago. Whoever you are, TY!
During morning meditation I experienced the depths During morning meditation I experienced the depths of anger. I notice shame related to anger. Cultured, proper men are not angry. Anger is unbecoming. Anger is a “lower” instinct. Anger is aggressive. Impolite. Not productive. I’ve never been one for much anger. Typically I’m a pretty easy going guy. And that’s not because I’m suppressing anger to be agreeable. It just rarely comes up. Today I’m in touch with it. I’m angry about our ecological, political, social, and cultural realities. I’m angry at the lies and misdeeds perpetrated against one another. I’m angry at all of the injustice. I’m angry we know better but do it anyway. I’m angry that I can’t/won’t just take the easy road. I’m angry I’m single right now. I’m angry about the election and our polarization. I’m aware of the self-judgement that arises when I express this anger. I have learned that the best action when emotion arises is to go into it..... Read the full post at link in bio :-) #anger #emotion #expression #masculine #healthymasculinity
I've never been pulled over for Driving While Whit I've never been pulled over for Driving While White. In fact, I've talked myself out of multiple interactions with the police. Would a black man have had the same luck? I've never NOT gotten the hours I wanted scheduled at work. I've never gotten passed up for a promotion and wondered if it was because my skin color. I've never walked into a country club, a gated community, or a mall and been followed by security because of how I look. I've never dropped a phone in my back pocket and had the police question what I was up to. I've never feared for my life around police or Confederate flag wearing white folk. I've never had a broken home because of the systemic scourge or drugs, poverty, and recidivism. I've never went to an underfunded school because the test scores were low. I've never had so many factors pushing against me getting a solid education. I've never felt fortunate to make it to 25 because where I'm from suggested I wouldn't. I've never had an apartment refused to me because someone made a judgment about me based on appearances. I've never had ancestors sharecrop or endure the unthinkable hardships of slavery. I've never had effort's taken to disenfranchise my right to vote. I've never been presumed guilty from the get go and recieved less-than-preferential treatment from a biased "justice" system. I've never looked like I'm doing well and had someone assume I must be dealing drugs. I've never had my elders arrested, sprayed with hoses, bitten by dogs, or lynched during the Civil Rights Movement (whose work continues today). I've always supported my black brothers and sisters. I've never sat down to think deeply about this list. The fact that these realities are NOT the life I live while blacks live this EVERY SINGLE DAY is NOT ACCEPTABLE. I feel pain and discomfort acknowledging this lack of equity. This is #mywhiteprivelage. What is yours? ** It can and will be another way. I commit to continued #allyship until our society is equitable for everyone. I choose to carry this weight with my brother and my sister. This IS my struggle. #blacklivesmatter #endracism #civilrights #whiteprivelage #equity #humanrights #blm
I found this quote last night and it's eerily prop I found this quote last night and it's eerily prophetic and meaningful for our times. #blacklivesmatter #amplifymelanatedvoices #mayaangelou
To Our #Mother on Your Day! Some of your children To Our #Mother on Your Day! Some of your children have strayed from honoring you and still you continue to give of yourself and love unconditionally. Thank you! Mother we pray for your sons that they may see the err of their ways as they plunder your abundance and live in reckless imbalance. We honor you, Giver of Life! May we continue to recieve feedback when we act in ways that are harmful to you and us. May we become present to our actions and honor you each and every day besides this one marked on the calendar. May we remember how to listen to your instructions and heed your wisdom. May we be nourished by your organic nectar. May you feel appreciated for all of your gifts, sacrifices, and support. Happy Mother's Day, Mama! #mothersday #mama #gaia #earth #grateful #balance #regen
She's so lush this morning. A perfect place to giv She's so lush this morning. A perfect place to give thanks for her majesty and abundance and to bless all of my relations! #gaia #mama #bytheriver #blessings #mitakuyeoyasin
At Dr. Delphinium's annual orchid bloom. #lovemyor At Dr. Delphinium's annual orchid bloom. #lovemyorchid
Touchdown ATL! Quick snack before #NARPM #porkbell Touchdown ATL! Quick snack before #NARPM #porkbelly
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