Weaving the Alpha and Omega, Body and Soul

Yesterday was a powerful day of THE ALL of the past, concurrent and future threads of our lives coming together at one nexus point of THE ALL held in THE NOTHING held in THE ALL . . . more at https://www.danastovern.com

I feared Christmas this year because I knew the holiday was totally stripped down for me. I’d have no family or gathering to be with because of the divorce and the Omicron variant of COVID, limiting connection. There was no room to decorate a tree in my tiny space. I was also feeling the blah-humbug of the formality of gifting, which wasn’t a requirement for me this year. And trying to formulate how I’d cook for myself for Christmas, a special meal? Hmm. It felt like I was living in an involuntary boycott of Christmas, which did give me a certain kind of relief, even while a hollow feeling settled in the center of me . . . Stovern's Along the Learning Curve of Life collection and the full text of this piece is at www.danastovern.com

When my Spirit Team came walking to me through the Eastern hills of Washington state, calling me to forgive God through the fields and tan ridge-lines that cut across blue skies above, I cursed. I wailed.

They said, “Things will go a lot better for you if you do forgive him, and let go of control along the way.”

I was already driving to the God Squad Shop when this message landed. I was already doing what I’d been spiritually instructed to do. Wasn’t that enough? But no, I had to bring my pet peeve of forgiveness and allowing along for the ride. That was too much . . . Stovern's Learning Curve collection and the full text of this piece is as www.danastovern.com

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I used to live in a beautiful, brand-new townhome overlooking the Selah, Washington river valley. There were sweeping blue skies with regular angel-wing clouds in our vista. Ridges embraced both sides of the valley like mountains. The Yakima River easily grooved below. It was pretty much a dream spot . . . as long as I could overlook the barrage of construction, incessant village traffic, socially unintelligent text messages from the property management company AND the commercial sized garbage dumpster beside my unit. Today, the story is about that garbage dumpster because me and that dumpster had a "relationship" . . . 

If you traced the lines of river water and irrigation water flowing out of the mountains in all the places I’ve lived, you’d be able to infer much more about my life than most. I believe I’ve spent more time beside this flowing water than I have with people, learning about the sounds, the smells, the sights of the seasonal flow of water and all that goes with it. It takes time to come into the fold of this knowledge, but once you have it, it never leaves your skin, your nostrils, your ears, your line of sight. This is a knowing that comes of practiced walking in these places over decades. And on one summer day, all the walks of my life along these water lines met in one nostalgic tide-pool of time, held up for me to see in the dance of the dragonfly. Stovern's Learning Curve collection and the full text of this piece is as www.danastovern.com

In the middle of my first marriage, I cracked a lower back molar. At the time, I did not know that the stress of my life and being with an abusive partner were causing me to grind my teeth at night, putting my ivories at significant risk. Many mornings, I woke with achy jaw joints, not understanding why, until a dentist pinpointed the issue as he mitigated the tooth with a root canal and capped the molar with an expensive gold crown. Full text version is at www.danastovern.com.

I was living full-tilt through the meltdown of my life with a divorce, house sale, and move. My life had dramatically shifted from the COVID-19 hermit inertia of two years to everything blowing apart at the seams. In the middle of the daily swirls, I began dreaming of the “freshie” that my new living space could be . . . somewhere, out there on the horizon. To help keep that dream alive, I allowed myself the luxury of browsing for “freshie” new sheets on Amazon, because nothing says a fresh start like fresh sheets.

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The magnetic power coursing through mountain ranges will change you, especially above ten thousand feet. But this isn’t necessarily what people talk about when they visit and drive through the Colorado Rockies, soaking up one of the greatest collections of fourteeners (mountains with elevations above fourteen thousand feet) in the country. Instead, visitors will usually talk about the magnificent feeling of the spectacular views without understanding the trend of energies right beneath their feet . . . Full text version is at www.danastovern.com