blessed returns

Happy risings Brave People! It is spring. We are here. We have returned in our various forms and it may not be what we were anticipating, but we are here. I want to honor everyone who made it (and that, barely). This has not been just “a tough year.” It’s been an interesting time to be alive-PERIOD. I told a friend recently that these times are something in step with beauty and tribulation-a dance between the two. So much happening and we are still here.

I speak of the ones

who have been holding on to that one ballon walking through the battlefield.

And I’m not talking about everyone….I speak of the ones who have been holding on to that one ballon walking through the battlefield. I speak of the ones clutching their seed tightly in the palms of their hands, holding their dreams -refusing to believe that any of this is all there really is. This is illusive. What we see. This experience is more than just the harrowing journey. It’s all the beautiful melodies in between.

Happy resurrection to the dreamers. A blessed return to the seekers-who shall be found. A bountiful nod to the decreers…our poetry is a gracious gravity, holding this together. The Divine sustaining the rhyme.

a blessed

return to the

seekers

-who shall be found.

Big Peace & Love,

Teddy the Brave