Spirit Rising Museletter No. 1
I’m not ok, you’re not ok and that’s ok—Sylvia Boorstein
Oftentimes on our spiritual path journey, we stop and think, “Am I okay?” Maybe this moment occurs after a difficult breakup with a human who was not meant by Goddess to be our flowing life partner. Or maybe it’s after drinking too much homebrewed Kombucha or soaking in a tub with floating essential oils and there’s no ventilation. Whatever the moment, we need to recognize that all angels are present all the time and that although our chakras may be blocked by negative harmonies, it is okay. Your spirit animal may be trapped in a cage that you built from high stress, materialistic fantasy, or too many PET plastics in your home, but sit with that feeling for a while, look at it, face it, rub it, and then seek a multi-tiered holistic wellness plan to address it. If this feeling continues after twenty-four hours and becomes acute below the belly, you may want to seek medical attention.
Be firm but walk softly. One hand open, one hand hard fist.
Some of my spiritual sisters believe the origin of “ok” comes from the Choctaw “okeh” meaning “indeed”, but that’s not the true beginning of a phrase we use to mean “all right” or “yes” or “sure I will be an activity partner with you on your roommate’s futon.” Actually, ok started as a joke then was used in a political campaign by another power hungry white male I’ve never heard of named Martin Van Buren. Surely, Coyote was up to his old tricks by creation-starting such an important word with a sense of scared humor and playfulness vision. We need to see that the origins of how we express our sense of feeling begin in unlikely places and the wisdom we gain is not without politics or domineering white men. You are only responsible for your many selves, not others’ many selves or the selves that evolve or devolve from those selves. Sometimes when you say “selves,” it sounds like “cells.” No accident, this. Scientists have proven that wellness is cellular. Our bodies produce electromagnetic waves timed and tuned with our happy and sad currents. We produce energy. Look it up.
It’s never too late to take hold of the flower to extract a scent. It’s never too late to rewrite the path of your story toward Nirvana.
When you are late, slow down.
Blessings way beyond,
Gaya One Tree Forest Weissberg