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Honoring Others, Honoring Self
In the flow, all things are one
Hello it’s me.
I’m tarnished, battered, bruised, rusty but beautiful! Just like the piece of metal I found at the beach just now, odd and incredible, like a replica of the African continent.
I’m not sure what this is about except for maybe evolution and new levels of consciousness, brought about by the work I’ve been doing with multiple levels of my six selves and self-compassion and community.
This piece of metal is gorgeous and will replace the 30th piece of tile I would have used to do one of my days of art. When my mom was here this weekend, we did art together, and she used one of my 30 tiles, so I was going to go to the tile store and buy another, but now I don’t have to.
This feels pre-ordained; today’s art is going to be on the African continent!
Today was way cool, a miraculous energy day. The piece of metal I found on the beach became Africa. I attached it to a piece of shelving I found in the alley; ripped on all four corners out of a larger unit, it was propped against a building, spent. Adding a few well-placed rocks, the African continent came into view.
I felt compelled to honor the metal in the same way I’ve been drawn to all things African the last few years — uBuntu…
