May . 2024
Unhusk ~
It began
as the tiniest
shape of a maybe
until it surrendered
chaos, loose celestial,
& hardened like
a soft rock.
Now the rock cracked
the dream awake:
come forward new form.
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May: what can no longer be contained must be sloughed off like silk.
I know, what does that even mean, Chanelle?
The image I see to describe this is this:
see an ear of corn
snap it from the sheath
hold the shank in your left hand
peel the ears back
see the golden silk
see the silk fall
see the silk
(fly to the wind or dry it for later: to smoke, I like it with tobacco, personally)
see what the silk was covering
golden cluster of something sweet
a yellow brick road
a torch for the way forward
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If you could only choose one thing.
Right now.
To be/do.
Who/what would that choice be?
(Choose wisely).
And how?
How to choose wisely?
Okay: see the rune up above? Inguz it is called. A seed.
Take the shape of inguz & form it with your own two hands.
Pointer finger to pointer finger, thumb to thumb.
Yes, just like that.
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Okay, now that you have the gesture, you’ll need some space & time.
Also, a blank wall or a blue sky.
When you’ve got all these things in order you must sit or lay back.
Let your life pass before your eyes.
All these versions of yourself—all these shapes you could have been—all the seeds you’ve planted—all the roads you’ve taken & not taken.
Now you’re in meditation.
There’s going to be one point: one version: one dream of you that you just can’t stop admiring.
Form your inguz around it.
Literally take your hands & make the shape.
Look through it.
Keep looking.
Let it build.
And then: break your hands apart.
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When a dream gets freed of the mind it spurts like water from the laughing mouth of the child you once were.
When you break the shape, it means you made a choice, it means that you’ve given the dream a life of its own within you.
And this is what I want for you in May.
To unhusk.
To grow the one path you don’t want to stop seeing.
The only thing is: it is only one thing right now.
So, from the great abundance within you—choose wisely. Choose like the dream that would rather burst into a galaxy than remain a seed suffocating in the dark.
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Now, onto the almanac…
This month, the lovely Rebeccah Marie Thiel offers a sensory ritual—a kind of quintet—to the collection. Lucky you!
Onwards ~
S I G H T
The wishing flower
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