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a.m. autumn reflections 

rare pink aurora after solar storm, november 2022. Photo by: GREENLANDER.NO

a.m autumn reflections by sabr.

the crisp autumn wind welcomes winter 

within the comfort of cocoa and cinnamon, 

there lie the lessons. 

people come and go 

seasons change, we must let em go. 

there is no life without death 

there is no yin without yang 

we must always maintain the balance. 

shed our leaves, conserve our energy 

dive within, and commune with the divine. 

see that we’ve always been whole, 

everything we’ve ever needed has always been ours. 

remember growth emerges in the dark. 

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Poetry Storytelling

Childhood fawn 

Childhood fawn By Kaija Long Crow

I mold myself to be whatever you want or need, I paid attention to your social cues. I noticed you give affection to those that pay their dues, this is the service conditioning of survival. Sometimes we fawn and end up as someone’s pawn left to deal with their shadows.

Adolescent fight and flight

Sometimes you just start hitting back, you get stuck in combat. And one-day cps takes you away, they then label you as a runner, that’s in your file now, they say “your like a little rebel warrior” we’re in denial now because I just didn’t wanna be at that place and, I didn’t choose to be this way. I need something to soothe it hurts to feel this way I can’t go to school, I mean really step in my body, it feels so heavy, and sometimes I can’t breathe what’s happening to me?

What they failed to convey, it’s spiritual warfare going on here. You’ll start to feel like you’re just better off fading away. You take a sip of alcohol and think maybe this’ll help me stay. pretty soon it’ll become a violent exchange with the person you fell in love with this is the person you’re supposed to struggle with you guys will get into everyday bawling brawling thinking love is pain and then suddenly you’ll realize what you thought was love wasn’t. Then you’ll meet this crazy beautiful girl, your soulmate you and her will Eat papers and plants and fly away together in her cool spaceship.

The wind hits and it’s warm, full of courage and wisdom, and guidance. This whole experience is what they call metanoia- a change in one’s way of life through penitence or spiritual conversion. Sometimes I think it was Katrina’s presence-RIP along with the psychedelics, what sparked a change in me and probably my brain. I started seeking sobriety, healing, and peace. This is something I had never seen

Big baby freeze!

At this point, you’re just running in place scared to face all that’s coming. You hop from one addiction to the next, self-diagnose to make it make sense, cry drunk cry high, cry night, and the next morning cry baby cry. They’re gonna tell you “You don’t need treatment you’re working and sober for most of the week.” Little do they know there are 5 younger siblings at home that don’t even know they’re the reason you haven’t gone ghost. I dissociate 4 times a day, & have 3 best friends who don’t really know what to do with my broken beaten lost, mind-body, and spirit. 2 sisters and cousins who are also going through it, and one baby nephew on his way.

I gotta break these chains, this cycle, and start paving the way. Creator knows all I ever wanted was to be better, for myself. Maybe that’s why I wrote this letter, but definitely, for our youth, they’re the ones that deserve better. 

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Storytelling

p.o.v of sabrina…flower power 🌸

Flower Power 2022 Shot by: Tim Evans

Written by: Sabrina Nur

The morning that Flower Power took place I woke up to the voice of my soul sister, Bella. The alarm that I had set the previous night failed to wake us up. We’d been planning this day for a year. We couldn’t afford to be late for one of the most significant parts, the sunrise prayers. We had to be there to start the day with the right intentions. I was pleased to see everyone who came to start the day with us when we got there. We stood in a circle and filled it with good intentions, song, and prayer. The way we start the day is of the utmost importance because it sets the tone. As a lead artist this year, I felt responsible for the energy and tone of the day. I needed to feel grounded and calm so that every one that came to spend a few minutes or stay for hours with us could also feel a sense of peace. This is the culture we are cultivating. A culture of mindfulness, compassion, and love. 

I felt so blessed that morning as the thunder and rain came to greet us and start the day with us. I was feeling absolute bliss. I ran and ran until my legs gave out up on that hill, getting soaked. I was transported back to my childhood, so carefree and so present in the moment. As the rain was washing over us, I couldn’t help but feel as though it cleansed us. It set us back in preparing the flowers to be laid in the installation but that was the vibe of the day. To just go with the flow, literally. As we were designing our universe of planets and stars with these flowers, I watched our community show up and connect. Many stimulating conversations and stories were shared. Micah Nickey, a healer in his own right, led us in a healing moment with the trees. He so graciously shared his knowledge with everyone present. The voice of Carrie Owen singing in her native tongue, while we collectively connected with the trees around us, was so soothing. Darren Thompson peacefully played the flute as the flower artists were working on the universe of stars. 

I had Indian tacos for the first time, it was so mouth-wateringly delicious. The mango salsa is an inspired culinary gift to humanity. By the time sunset was approaching, I was exhausted, yet so full of hope. The journey to a billion good relatives is not going to be easy. It is going to be slow, it is going to require patience and consistency. But it is very much possible. This is what Flower Power means to me now, the ability to bring people together for one day, and create something beautiful, that is nurturing our spirits and our earth. 

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Poetry

Strength Within

Strength Within by Trinity L. Thompson

In a distance, I hear faint cries
although I know you must heal,
let me dry your tears…
we all have a weakness…cry if you must
allow me to help dissolve your fears,
I too lost grip of so much that I cherished in life…
I often daydream wondering why…
until I’m smiling knowing one day that it’ll be alright,
courage and strength come from within
no one can give us those qualities,
so shine like the brightest star…
dissipate the ignorance of darkness
show the world who you are,
one door closes to lock away the pain…
another door opens to release happiness and change,
just as the tears you cried have dried
then also allow your wounds to heal,
let the magic begin…
reach deep down for your strength within.

This poem was originally published in “Under Dark Skiez” A collection of poems by Trinity L. Thompson”