It’s been a while.
I’ve been letting this blog languish, steep, infuse. Focused on other things, other brews and fermentations. This era of revelation: a great unveiling, on every level of being.
late 14c., “revelation, disclosure,” from Church Latin apocalypsis “revelation,” from Greek apokalyptein “uncover, disclose, reveal,” from apo– “from” (see apo-) + kalyptein “to cover, conceal” (see Calypso). The Christian end-of-the-world story is part of the revelation in John of Patmos’ book “Apokalypsis” (a title rendered into English as “Apocalypse” c. 1230 and “Revelations” by Wyclif c. 1380).
Its general sense in Middle English was “insight, vision; hallucination;” meaning “a cataclysmic event” is modern.
Inner. Visible. It all just keeps happening. The body, like a flower, unfolds itself. We do this together. Light shines on what was hidden.
Not sure what else to say in this exact moment. Aiming to post more, to keep unfolding these inner worlds into and with the collective. This sharing authentic expression direct from our marrow is medicine.
Thank you all for being there, for being brave and real, awake and playful, crying, laughing, looking, listening, feeling everything.
The connections between us are synapses. We are strong together.