To survive this universe: Find the strongest, smartest person you know. Band together.
Self-care is having (and fighting for, even at 4:00am) the energy to respond to the greatness around you (perhaps in others, or the beauty of the cosmos, the righteous indignation for the pettiness we’ve let this world become) and in you by saying no to WHATEVER DRAINS YOUR CREATIVITY by not settling for forgetfulness, the mediocre, the average, the “good enough,” the status quo. Self-care is focusing on the fierce force of birthing life while bowing to the rhythm of rest and renewal we call death. It is relishing the moist messy kiss of new beginnings by recognizing the dry and desolate whispers of fear and doubt, the negative skew of “watch out” or “don’t risk”. The delusion that I must go it alone is the separation of “sin” having its way with you. It is unholy. The holy is spiritus sanctum unifying you in me and Me in He and Me in She and She in Me and He in Me and me in you. Banding together. Fighting the good fight. Self-care is patting the base animal in me on the head while listening through the Third Ear. Good doggy. NOW RISE. The id scurries from the Thou yet hungers for it so bad it readily takes in raw flesh. The ego devours the package but in its haste demolishes the delicate flower cradled inside made of silence and light. That flower may be our gratitude, or our appreciation, or our empathy. Crushed. By the simple want of “surviving”. I tries to protect the flower, which is also human. The watch out isn’t wholly without use or merit. BUT. Animal and divine must offset each other, then what is human in us maintains its dignity. Sees the rest. Sees the whole. Peeks up to see the forlorn crouching behind the bush, or the saint looking upward in (and for) the crowd. ©Bryant Kusy 12/04/17