A broad slice of soulful armor.
A supple weight against the chest.
A reminder of balance between that which we put on and that which we shed.
I've been a bit obsessed lately with this idea. The thought that sometimes, letting go is the only way to move forward. That our bodies are so wise, that the release of what is no longer necessary doubles as our best line of defense. And perhaps most importantly, that we may gift the dust of our bodies back to the earth, not in death but in life. That the soil of our hearts will grow richer through the detritus of our experience. That when we open our clenched fingers and let the wind roll over our palms we do not lose anything at all. Suddenly our breath comes freer and our hearts beat stronger.
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A Jackrabbit Totem Cameo Cuff.
For one who has looked deep into the eyes of the wild things and found something that resonates right to their core.
A reminder to leap with faith when the time is now, to trust our own hearing, that clear voice of intuition, to understand both stillness and speed as virtue.