Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Chani Nicholas.

A buddy of mine linked to Chani Nicholas. I haven't read everything but today's post alone is beautiful. I get my astrology through Free Will Astrology by Rob Brenzy, and friends and I have all mooned over Sextrology by Starsky and Cox (it's so frigan elaborate and approachable), so I do enjoy astrology and find it helpful in pushing buttons and unlocking parts of my brain that might not be thinking too hard or looking at things too closely. 

My weekly horoscope is on-point, check out yours for this week, the week of September 12th 2015.

But really, pay special attention to the piece on the upcoming eclipse, Sacred Territory: The Lunar Eclipse in Pisces.
No matter what we are forced to endure, we must find a way to love ourselves through it. We must find a way to save our own humanity from the wreckage of it. No matter the weight of the burden placed upon us mentally, emotionally, physically, economically and environmentally, we must find a way to connect to what keeps us afloat spiritually.
Suffering isn’t handed out equally among us. The great injustice of life is that we must live it from where we are at. We don’t get a gold medal for enduring our lot. All we get is a chance at life.
We know that justice isn’t always served. There isn’t always a happy ending. There isn’t always a nicely rapped moral that we can glean from our story. 
Our world is wounded, fractured, broken and burning. We are products of this place and it is our job to heal the world through the healing of ourselves. Sometimes this feels like an endless endeavor. Sometimes it feels too much to bear. 
And yet, the wounds we circle around are, in their way, sacred territory. Sacred because they touch the core of our lives. They are ours. They are part of our journey. They are part of the great love story that is our experience here on earth. 
We are not our suffering, but what we suffer with informs our ability to hold our lives with great tenderness, in all its edges and complexity. We are not what we have suffered through, but by living with it, we are changed. 
The sorrows that we know nothing of are ours to learn about. Ours to awaken to. Ours to listen to. Our call to answer. The song of the mourner is our invitation to turn our ears and tune our hearts to the great spiritual call of life: being of service to one another.
In the end, we regret nothing but the kindness we have kept from others. To extend ourselves in love and kinship to each other is to reach towards divinity. 
May we learn to give of ourselves and have no regrets.
Read the entire piece!

Just beautiful!

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