Some Memories of Shannon

I remember the purple basil blooming in the front yard, swarmed by bees in every season. I remember your birthday party, in January, but it feels like a midsummer night in my mind with fairy lights twinkling in the night’s sweet breeze. I remember ritual in the garden and the sun on our faces, “may your cup runneth over”. I remember it all in a lovely golden glow. 

Trusting, as the river knows its way

"These feel like difficult times. Each morning as soon as I open my eyes I begin praying for the courage to get out of bed, to face what I will discover on this day. What I will be called upon to attend, the work I will do to discern what is mine and what is not mine to do. I don’t have any tips or cute tricks for this. Simply the slow grown resilience of now almost 31 years of soul recovery, the desire to live up to, into the blessings and kuleana of my life, and a true commitment to disregard the dross and focus only on what is essential.

Which includes the courage to ask myself “what IS essential?” over and over again, until I know it as surely as the river knows its way to the sea."

- Shannon, Decanting the Moon. November 7, 2018