“There’s a revolution that needs to happen and it starts from inside each one of us. We need to wake up and fall in love with Earth. We’ve been homo sapiens for a long time. Now it’s time to become homo conscious. Our love and admiration for the Earth has the power to unite us and remove all boundaries, separation and discrimination. Centuries of individualism and competition have brought about tremendous destruction and alienation. We need to re-establish true communication–true communion–with ourselves, with the Earth, and with one another as children of the same mother. We need more than new technology to protect the planet. We need real community and co-operation.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh

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Art by Giulia “Dev” Frontoni

“Energy is the currency of the universe. When you “pay” attention to something, you buy that experience. So when you allow your consciousness to focus on someone or something that annoys you, you feed it your energy, and it reciprocates with the experience of being annoyed. Be selective in your focus because your attention feeds the energy of it and keeps it alive, not just within you, but in the collective consciousness as well.” ~Emily Maroutia

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Happy Full Moon!

Moon art by scarabuss

“It’s a dramatic time on Earth. Yet we always have access to our ground of being. Now’s the time to claim it. Imagine a cord of light flowing from bottoms of your feet, your sacral, and deep into the Mother Earth. Make it as big as a tree trunk if you need, then spread it out like tree roots. Release any anxieties and fears you’re holding in your body. Let them go. Feel into the space holding your Divinity…

Capricorn Full Moon is a time for remembering who we truly are. Know this: You have spiritual roots. They run deeper and truer than what is playing out in the world today. Spirituality is a process of rediscovery, and with Saturn square Neptune we can’t afford to keep our divine identity separate from our earthly one.

We are more than our skin color, professions, roles, gender, beliefs and feelings. We are divine beings on unique spiritual journeys, and we are all One. With sea goat, let’s dive deep into the Mother Earth, allow her to hold us in this cradle of memory. Let’s reconnect to and re-claim who we already are.”

~Jessica Shepherd

Art by Scarabuss

“IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” ~Charles Dickens

we are drowning

Source: Brooke Hampton

There is a place within that cannot be destroyed by flood or fire, by bloodthirsty armies or devastating illness— it this untouchable essence of us that quakes with irrepressible light and bears the intolerable weight of all that must be felt to awaken. When I first remembered myself after surgery, my own name strange, both of my breasts removed— I did not feel loss nor grief, but a love so ferocious it rolled through me like thunder, bringing healing rain. After that, came a knowing of my own wholeness beyond any story, beyond any dismemberment— this revelation of our luminous body that remains intact in spite of all of our sacred shatterings. And yes, now the landscape is unrecognizable— yes, now, there is no old path to go back to— yes, now there is the quivering arrow of this moment piercing the heart— the illusion of invulnerability stripped away, laid bare to this truth. And so it is. And so we are. Before I came to this life, I was shown this world from the distant shores of it— and in that moment, I saw the full arc of my days here, the exquisite range of this embodied dreaming. Oh how beautiful, I cried. Oh how terrible. Oh—This terrible beauty. And the angel who guided me simply pointed and nodded, and said—Yes.

light within street art

Poem by Laura Weaver

Source: Toko-pa
Street Artist ~ unknown