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If you told me a year ago that I was going to go to Revival camp for church, I'd have told you that you were smokin' crack.
And if you replied no, that I was just eating psychedelics, you'd be right twice. 🍄
Anyway, I'm very excited to go camping for a week in Eden, UT next month! I love my plant medicine community! 💚
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If you told me a year ago that I was going to go to Revival camp for church, I'd have told you that you were smokin' crack.
And if you replied no, that I was just eating psychedelics, you'd be right twice. 🍄
Anyway, I'm very excited to go camping for a week in Eden, UT next month! I love my plant medicine community! 💚
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If you told me a year ago that I was going to go to Revival camp for church, I'd have told you that you were smokin' crack.
And if you replied no, that I was just eating psychedelics, you'd be right twice. 🍄
Anyway, I'm very excited to go camping for a week in Eden, UT next month! I love my plant medicine community! 💚
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I say I want to get away from Utah ASAP. And then I lie awake daydreaming about what I missed out on this week at The Divine Assembly. I really did get a sense that I was missing out, because I skipped 🍄 Church, this week. It's always something pretty special. 🥰
Maybe once I decide to partake of the sacrament, that FOMO will change. Right now, I wish I could get my sleepy brain to stop chattering about this stuff.
It's difficult to remain open, when excitement is building as fast as potential options. ♾️
OK, sleep in 3..2..1..
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I say I want to get away from Utah ASAP. And then I lie awake daydreaming about what I missed out on this week at The Divine Assembly. I really did get a sense that I was missing out, because I skipped 🍄 Church, this week. It's always something pretty special. 🥰
Maybe once I decide to partake of the sacrament, that FOMO will change. Right now, I wish I could get my sleepy brain to stop chattering about this stuff.
It's difficult to remain open, when excitement is building as fast as potential options. ♾️
OK, sleep in 3..2..1..
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I am experiencing myself very differently. Today's breakdown at church about mama trauma reflected in the lyrics was pretty major. In a really good way, lots of good ways.
I did that myself, with observers who were not observing. (Except I forgot that there were. Until just now, I forgot that there were skeptics in the room.) But no shoulder to cry on. No one thought I needed one, and I appreciate that.
But the woman next to me, who has quickly become dear to me in my weeks attending church at The Divine Assembly, and who is quick to offer hugs and would gladly let me weep on her shoulder, did not reach for me. I was not very aware of anyone but myself while I felt those feelings, and I believe she was in her own feelings, too.
I didn't feel on display, or like it was a weird thing to do, to sit on a couch in the middle of a Furniture Store* and just let my whole body weep about my broken connections. It was just me, surrounded by people that I know care about me, melting into a puddle. No explanation needed.
That's the most spiritual thing I can remember experiencing except for maybe the deer. Oh, yes. The deer. I need to think about this a lot. But anyway, I lived through a deer landing in front of my car, so close that as I saw it, I knew I must not have hit it if I was experiencing it, but just how the ever living fuck did I live through that?!? Like Thanksgiving day? I dunno now, might have been the night before. And so yeah, in retrospect that felt spiritual in a way I also couldn't begin to describe. But more like in a shock and awe sort of way. 🤷♂️
But like, the memory of the deer will be like the memory of the bunny rabbit (beans n rice daddy), and my heart will not forget the moment.
It hasn't been like that before at TDA although I've have cried a little at least once. But I brought myself as is, and that is where I was.
Feeling safe in my body changes my entire world, and I am incredibly lucky to have a new community at the same time. A church where I can go** feel safe and calm, on my own terms, without any sort of dogma. Just the basic tenet that there's no legal authority between myself and the divine. I can legally partake of the divine sacrament. 🍄
All of these things are just opening up for me at the right time, since I got back to Utah. Some is because of some force I have yet to understand, like buying Kaya's truck. I wouldn't have wanted or needed it until now, nor had it been offered to me. I am open to all of the possibilities right now. And I appreciate the chance to form intentional community bonds as I prepare myself to be open when the time comes for me to partake next time, as part of an intentional spiritual practice.
That feels pretty cool to say, TBH. It the first time that spiritual really feels like my word, instead of a word I am trying to understand.
Anyway, therapy tomorrow. I don't see myself getting laundry done first. But that's OK. I do not to need to look good for my therapist, I just need to be present and see where he wants to lead me and hope that I am ready to follow.
🦄*not yet open for the day, Walleroo's Furniture SLC
**church is a sober space, for anyone wondering - we do not partake of the sacrament there, that's not what Sunday church is for
#TDA #TheDivineAssembly -
I am experiencing myself very differently. Today's breakdown at church about mama trauma reflected in the lyrics was pretty major. In a really good way, lots of good ways.
I did that myself, with observers who were not observing. (Except I forgot that there were. Until just now, I forgot that there were skeptics in the room.) But no shoulder to cry on. No one thought I needed one, and I appreciate that.
But the woman next to me, who has quickly become dear to me in my weeks attending church at The Divine Assembly, and who is quick to offer hugs and would gladly let me weep on her shoulder, did not reach for me. I was not very aware of anyone but myself while I felt those feelings, and I believe she was in her own feelings, too.
I didn't feel on display, or like it was a weird thing to do, to sit on a couch in the middle of a Furniture Store* and just let my whole body weep about my broken connections. It was just me, surrounded by people that I know care about me, melting into a puddle. No explanation needed.
That's the most spiritual thing I can remember experiencing except for maybe the deer. Oh, yes. The deer. I need to think about this a lot. But anyway, I lived through a deer landing in front of my car, so close that as I saw it, I knew I must not have hit it if I was experiencing it, but just how the ever living fuck did I live through that?!? Like Thanksgiving day? I dunno now, might have been the night before. And so yeah, in retrospect that felt spiritual in a way I also couldn't begin to describe. But more like in a shock and awe sort of way. 🤷♂️
But like, the memory of the deer will be like the memory of the bunny rabbit (beans n rice daddy), and my heart will not forget the moment.
It hasn't been like that before at TDA although I've have cried a little at least once. But I brought myself as is, and that is where I was.
Feeling safe in my body changes my entire world, and I am incredibly lucky to have a new community at the same time. A church where I can go** feel safe and calm, on my own terms, without any sort of dogma. Just the basic tenet that there's no legal authority between myself and the divine. I can legally partake of the divine sacrament. 🍄
All of these things are just opening up for me at the right time, since I got back to Utah. Some is because of some force I have yet to understand, like buying Kaya's truck. I wouldn't have wanted or needed it until now, nor had it been offered to me. I am open to all of the possibilities right now. And I appreciate the chance to form intentional community bonds as I prepare myself to be open when the time comes for me to partake next time, as part of an intentional spiritual practice.
That feels pretty cool to say, TBH. It the first time that spiritual really feels like my word, instead of a word I am trying to understand.
Anyway, therapy tomorrow. I don't see myself getting laundry done first. But that's OK. I do not to need to look good for my therapist, I just need to be present and see where he wants to lead me and hope that I am ready to follow.
🦄*not yet open for the day, Walleroo's Furniture SLC
**church is a sober space, for anyone wondering - we do not partake of the sacrament there, that's not what Sunday church is for
#TDA #TheDivineAssembly -
After I left church* this afternoon I drove past an overpass FILLED with people carrying 🚫🧊 signs and banners!
You know I cheered them with my horn! 📯📢🔊💜