ceremony as positive propaganda

Dead leaves overturned like hands folded for prayer are echos of cyclical cessation; processions that are intentional and rhythmic, like breathing or lullabies or forgiveness.

The planets are telling me to welcome division by shedding those relationships that are not good for me. This requires boundary setting and sifting through the hyperbole of internalized self-doubts.

It feels radical to maintain this fire of confidence. I wonder how much of this setting and shifting must be done in solitude and that which must be done in community? Who will inspire me and how?

I learned it’s not lobbying if you educate; an epiphany reborn almost every time I speak.

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