That moment of truth. Your truth.
When you stop running. Because you have to.
Because your soul implores you.
That moment you discover, what you feared most
was, in fact, what you’ve been searching for all along.
Photo by Caras Ionut
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Summoning Magic: A Gypsy's Tale
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Summoning Magic: A Gypsy's Tale 
It sounds like you’re in a good place Brooke. Hugs and kudos!
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Spring is in the air indeed. 🙂 Hugs back to you, lots!
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Thanks Brooke!
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This makes me super duper happy, B. For a shit ton of reasons. Don’t you dare dial down the awesome! Ever.
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Ha! Nope, got it programmed to max…got places to go and shit to do. ;o)
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The boxes we build, all our lives, and then live within. To reach up and out, grasp the horns and stare one’s true desires in the face… Please, just close the lid. The molder is comforting in a stifling sort of way.
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Yes, I suppose there is a sense of freedom in resignation. We convince ourselves we are content- our lives are comfortable, our routines necessary, our boxes practical…and safe. Besides, those dreams we had were delusional.
And our bodies continue to decline, as our minds decay and our spirits whither away…
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Well, when you put it that way…
Nonetheless, we all know the universe is absurd. Nothing we do matters. So, in the spirit of total acquiescence,
Live it up or live it down.
Makes no matter our way around.
What we earn or what we spend,
We all must come unto the end.
Long live the Universe. Not.
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As you just described how I feel
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As *if
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This makes me happy–it’s definitely something I can relate to! Also, that buffalo–such a great image:-)
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Well, that makes me happy. I love these images too, the perfect metaphor, I think. All of Ionut Caras’s work is fantastic- whimsical infused with magic. Hugest hug to you, my girl. I’m dying to catch up on your weekly adventures!! (Have been unburying myself from boxes…literally, but almost settled, so I can indulge in all the trouble you have stirred up in the past few weeks. 😉
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Oh, I’ve been wreaking my own particular brand of havoc😉
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Oh, I know, I would be worried of you weren’t!
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I hope you’ve taken root, Brooke. I’ve missed you.
Do you remember in the film when Andy Goldsworthy climbed into that ridiculous tree to impale himself there, as if to become the branches?
I’m in Tucson for the third time in a year, mostly to walk in the saguaro hoping, I suppose, to learn something from them.
Thanks for still writing.
kb
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That’s very nice to hear, kb. “Taken root” is still an ambitious assessment, although that sounds lovely…as long as it’s in substantially richer, more nurturing terrain. I sense a shift happening, though- a long-awaited re-birth of sorts, hopefully syncing up with the season.
The tree scene is the most memorable for me, although I might be thinking of a different scene, the one where he climbs through a somewhat inhospitable hedge. I actually wrote about that scene (https://nataliebreazeale.wordpress.com/2018/04/01/pay-attention-you-need-to-hear-this).
“There are two different ways of looking at the world. You can walk on the path, or you can walk through the hedge…step aside off the normal way of walking or looking.”
Clearly, I believe veering off the path is essential for growth. Although I’m finally realizing that we don’t have to impale ourselves to do so. (And you know I say this from the vantage point of one impaled…repeatedly). But I guess that’s just what it takes for some of us to learn that pain isn’t a necessary requisite to acquire knowledge…the path to wisdom, I suppose. (and one I am still navigating, to be sure.)
I hope the desert proves to be more nurturing than its appearance would indicate…and that your journey doesn’t require repeated stings from the spines.
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