Listening to My Love by Florence & The Machine

Reflecting on getting my period at the Bowl last summer when I heard cult mother Florence's voice and wondering if that was the gods above demanding my sacrifice... Super shallow thoughts basically.

Hello angels. I’m back.

I’ve been avoiding you. Not intentionally. Let me rephrase, I’ve been avoiding myself.
I’ve been deep in my feelings. I guess working in service will do that to a woman...

It’s got me thinking, a lot, as you can imagine… But not in the way I was when I started this platform. Now that was a lot of thoughts in a lot of directions. I’ll be honest, I’m aware, and I’m learning. Aren’t we all?

Suddenly life feels spiritual again. 

To learn how to live is to grow. 

And what an honour it is to do so.

Being present takes courage. Being present here with you all right now is my focus. Turns out being present in reality can be scary sometimes. Being aware of how you operate in the world, with people, every minute of the day, it reveals your strengths and weaknesses right away. It’s vulnerable. That’s why we need people in service.

Right?

The world is a beautiful, chaotic, kaleidoscope of culture and madness. It’s a lot. Cut to hearing Marino playing Mad World on the piano in my head, which he has been learning. Anyway, that’s the point isn’t it. We’re a lot, us human beings. As Sophia says, “feelings on demand”. Let’s unpack that. Or at least mull it over for a second.

The charm of hospitality has been healing for my soul to say the least. The family environment of the community that surrounds me, in the cafe, kitchen, dining room, the flurry of activity, and certainly the scene of creatures spilling in from the sidewalk. Quite frankly, the growing population on the block, ebbing and flowing constantly, building momentum, and then crashing down some days. It’s a wave. Society is a wave.