Of Course
"Life is to be felt, not just figured out." - Thomas Hardy
Things are always moving here at the headquarters of all things auspicious, even if we are "still but still moving." The intuitive lifeforce has its way with our inner starfire (since light is the desire of the universe), and lately, we can't ignore the clarity of its frequency.
Our bodies are indeed our body of work – for it is the anatomy of our dreams, the center from which all our work flows and where we always are – as a percipient perceptible at the center of our universe of particular experience. And as ebullient empires of stardust, our guiding lights keep our path lit, as if the sun is always shining.
With paws on the ground – your dreams depend on the flesh and bone and blood coursing through your body electric with each inspiration, each breath, each moment, from where you are here-and-now. Cultivate your god-pod with great discernment, and feel your holy work move through you, because in the words of R. Buckminster Fuller: "God, to me, it seems, is a verb, not a noun, proper or improper."
PS. the newest canvas from the studio – Sunny Day – is hanging out with the Cloud Forest Series at the Espressoria this month and mentioned it would like to see you.
