Dear you,
There’s nowhere to begin, so you just do, so I just will.
Take your hand, turn it to a fist. Open it.
This is how Spring is.
A constant opening of a closed fist.
Every window every door every blossom every bird beak every cloud heavy with rain.
The seeds the earth / the mud the mud.
I digress.
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Beforeduringafter is always happening.
But for me: this was amplified by the eclipses.
How about for you?
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Now, today, this week, I am asking: what is this new rhythm I picked up in the beforeduringafter of all that eclipsing?
Now, today, this week, I am looking back & seeing the sheer amount that transpired while I was & wasn’t looking.
Grateful for the fist I was clenched in which opened its palm for me in release.
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I feel quite quiet, or rather: there is so much to say & so, I will say less than I normally do because there is nowhere to begin, so I just will.
And because, for me at least, the past few weeks shook out the rug of my routines, my desire is to set down the rug again. Now that it has been shook, now that it has been aired out, now that it has had a break from my constancy.
And so, for me at least, this month’s Rhythm/Devotion came trotting along at just the right time.
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For many years my hair was cut by friends with incorrect scissors & art degrees. These haircuts suited me well & when we all moved away from one another: it was one of the things I most missed. Who will cut my hair letting it fall into the bathroom sink? Who will trim it into slips of strange structure, terribly (wonderfully) uneven, & who will sculpt my bangs?
And then finally, I realized, I had arrived at an age & in a place where I needed a professional to tend to me. But someone who was also a strange sculptor, someone familiar with ringlets in a bathroom sink. And after a few tries, I found her.
Rebeccah, like the warm breeze at the back of your neck. Rebeccah, like the shimmer of sun on horsehair. Rebeccah, like the unfurling pink of petals in April.
I wish everyone could get their hair trimmed by Rebeccah.
But for now, I can at least share my interview with her & I am so pleased to.
Out of many favorite moments in her interview, here are two that stuck with me:
i am someone that must work with my hands and stay busy or those feelings of stuck will creep up. but within my work if it happens i usually will pump the breaks on all of it so i can hold onto the little bit of creative energy for those clients booked on my schedule… as well as forcing myself out of bed in the mornings to put my feet in the ground and look at the sun out of the corner of my eyes. to me being stuck is an important part of the creative process and allows me to redefine my focus and it always brings me back to self.
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i feel ritual and routine are who we are, its our code, our authenticity. you are what you do not what you say you do. everyday we are given the choice to show up and what you select and do day to day will either bring you to your goals or inhibit you from them.
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Find Rebecah’s interview in full via this link or by clicking on the photo of her in her element below:
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Enjoy what remains of this wild horse of a month.
May Rebeccah’s interview ignite you, may the magnolia imbue you, may the beforedduringafter integrate within you.
Ever yours,
Chanelle
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And.
I know I’m late, but, it’s better, as they say…
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Horoscopic Radio
Chansons divined for each of the signs for the Full Moon at 04° Scorpio on the 23rd of April. Listen for your rising, sun, & moon sign if you wish. See what lines, instruments, rhythms, or images ring true for you. Take them with you until the moon disappears from sight.
Scorpio: “The Water” by Johnny Flynn feat. Laura Marling
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