Shame.

Discovering how shame has been insidiously nesting so closely to the heart had made it difficult to spot.

It lays low
unnoticeably close
a second skin

The boa hissed,  "Whenever those moths, 
nipping at the Light, become too much, 
I'll give you a little squeeze...to keep you warm, to keep you safe."  

It sounded like a good plan at the time.

I had gotten a really good look at it in the sun
it's glistening scales
wrapped 'round my shoulder, neck, and heart.

a constant companion

Navigating through the lense of shame
is like using the valley's echoes and howls to find true north

We look for the clues of growth--often we notice a root, a flower--it's personal and relative to us.

What's arresting to consider is how this felt sense of growth can be understood through the richness of the environment:  the container, the soil, our tribes.

When the soil is fertile, all roots deepen, all the field's flowers blossom.  The collective wins.

What do I contribute to the collective now?  How does my insight, my "gain" enrich the soil for all Evolution?

This Sacred Breath Touch,

this Reverential Listening

has the power to draw the Echoes out

from the mountain's sides

There's a difference between being right and searching for the right answers.