I am endlessly looking for ways to express myself. This innate human desire is exactly why social media has such a strong grip on our culture worldwide. It’s a stage, a forum, an opportunity to share ourselves with “the world”. It is seemingly the perfect convenient tool to endlessly chip away at the need to be witnessed. Lately though, Instagram hasn’t been cutting it for me. It feels more like a popularity contest that is rigged. I don’t want my expression to be deemed worthy by likes. I am left feeling flat and yearning for something more normal and nostalgic. So when my two favorite accounts moved to Substack, I happily followed. I trust their devotion to being and unfolding and imagine they must be on to something here. Recognizing that I can shift and change how I operate within my expression is an amazing realization! It reminds me of why I started hosting cacao ceremonies 5 years ago. I was craving space for a specific type of communal contemplation that I wasn’t finding in yoga or meditation. So I got clear on exactly what I was looking for and created it. Now I am craving a space where I can slow down, deepen within my experience and attempt to articulate what I discover. My ponderings about creativity, authenticity, spirituality, relationships, personal growth, grief, love and the meaning of life need room to breathe. I am in need of a place to tend to the fertile soil of my inner world and I am excited to stake claim here, root down and let something real grow.
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