Moon Yeen: The Great Tree of Time
This post features the poem “The Great Tree of Time” written by Moon Yeen whose beautiful expressions of heartmind that remember us as cosmo-organismic creatures melted, softened, sweetened into this interdependent family of beings can be found here.
Hello y’all,
Greeting you from a snowy early afternoon in Santa Fe where I awoke with a verrrry slow start today. Seasonal change is more challenging for me than I realized - perhaps because I now live in a place with actual seasons or perhaps because winter’s presence is departing ever so slowly - arctic blasts freeze my cheeks, flurries drift on the breeze daily.
I’m ecstatic and bouyant to attune with spring’s arrival in my being, and yet my body is adjusting less easefully than I’d expect. Exhaustion and disorientation are permeating my days in this lengthening light… slowly slowly I’m emerging. A young start pushing through soil might feel this way too – that it isn’t so easy to shed the warm blanket of invisibility and solitude.
How are you adjusting this year? What helps you navigate transition?
In just a few hours, my course Cultivating Culture will launch for the third time. I’m humbled by the humans participating this time and thrilled that we are at an intimate capacity to immerse ourselves in the depth and expansion of this journey. If you’re interested in participating in my next offering this fall, please consider the interest form open to you at any time so you can join the growing waitlist.
Finally, thank you all for responding so beautifully to the extension of collaboration. The door is open permanently. If you feel moved to bring your voice here, like beloved Moon Yeen has done so generously today, please don’t hesitate. When the mood strikes, even months from now, your yearning will be met with extravagant joy.
I’ve shared another playlist at the end that felt aligned with this piece. A soft unfolding to accompany you in moments of focus, stillness, meditation, restoration — play it while soaking in the bath, sitting with tea, working, gardening, settling in for the evening…
Please enjoy Moon Yeen’s work on the ever-central theme of grief and bring some love in the hearts and comments.
With deep love, til next week,
Rachel
Whose grief am I holding if not my own? Who can move slow enough in this crowded room of a world, with cupped hands, and offer to hold mine? We must do this for each other. I pray I can have the strength, the boundaries the love to be of service to a void of tending. I am young in my learning but not so young I haven't felt the ache of many broken hearts, disappointment pushed across the table, one serving after another, but I have begun to reject the seconds-- I am full enough--only because I have chosen to wake slowly, drink in honeyed promises of building something greater than myself. I have chosen to walk in the places where sun and moonlight swirl. Here. I know joy and sorrow thrive together in the heartwood of the Great Tree of Time, the last old growth we must chain ourselves to the trunk rising from decimation, under which all our roots are intertwined and endangered
And here is the playlist:
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Beautiful, thank you!