On the second day of Advent
I’d love to undo all the Ads
And vent
Let me invent
Ways to inspire my expression
My son and I made paper snowflakes
And Infused them with our intentions
After substack changed my words, my in-tending needed tending
After those I thought were friends refused to openly stand up for me
When I speak a truth that is unpopular
My heart needed mending
But when I saw that with a little love and light
I could lift another
To help us reclaim that Innocence
And Wonder
I realized that to Stay in my Love
In my High Vibe
With Compassion for Self and Others
Is The Way of My Tribe
Because those who want to put Asunder
That Truth that Unites
Without Co-opted versions of Half Truths
That Appealing but offer Blights
Will only be glad if I stay mad
So with a Glad Heart
Remember That Advent is Easter
And the Womb/Tomb
That Births Anew
The Light
Thank you to all the wonderful connections that have been growing! Bless you and much love,
A
*I’ll be taking a break from scrolling notes over advent.
Is in't it weird that we are meant to be born from nobody as a soul.
Freedom as a being that is human for some time of conception in every moment.
Are we all but orphans of a benevolent universe wanton through our
very actions of creation. It sees us
as a god beyond comprehension
in love as one with all that surrounds.
As they say we are one third of everyone we know.
Much love on your day.