When Our Words Become Holy

Greetings my loves!

I started a whole other love note over 24 hours ago. It’s nearing 9pm, and munchkins are possibly looking to be fed. I have one baby sleeping, but he might pop up at any time looking for the breast. Juju is on the left breast now, and I’m balancing her on my lap as I edit this post and turn it into the love note I didn’t intend it to be.

There’s so much on my heart to share! I am breathing through the discovery of finding a flow with Garden creations. There really is time to create everything. And everything takes time to create. I am celebrating that I am sharing with you what I have been able to pour into so far. Revvy is stirring…

On Monday night we had a magical Soils Lab exploring our living words, the sacred scriptures born of our own moments, dialogue, mediations, creations, and movements through our days. A beautiful question was born: When do our words become holy? We talked about how all the scriptures, and holy texts, and spiritual verses that we read, recite, and remember—all of them were once words felt, heard, received, composed and documented by a human being just like us.

What would it be to imagine our own words as sacred scripts that might be someone’s salvation a thousand years from now, or maybe even sometime in the next 100 years? Or maybe in the next 20 years. Or next year, next moth, next week, tomorrow. Or, quite possibly, today. What if our words are holy, right now?

I love that each lab helps me grow more trust in my practice. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling for when we began the Living Word discovery, but so many beautifully illuminating stories were born. We did an heartwarming accounting of the words that hold us, and restore us, and make a way for us when we most need it. Some of these words came from the things we say to ourselves, sayings our grandmothers said all the time, family rituals passed down through the generations that have no clear origin, song lyrics preserving a dose of healing and inspiration decades later, scripts channeled from meditations, remembered lines from dreams written down in our journals, spiritual directives pouring out the like the sweat after a soul-stirring dance. The scriptures, we celebrated, come from everywhere.

One piece of this Living Word process that I didn’t fully open up in our lab was that the evolution of my reverence for my own words is reflected in the way I have shifted where my offerings and shares live. I no longer place my sacred texts, videos, or other offerings in emails. If you want to read or engage or watch, you have to come into the sanctuary, this virtual altar that lives inside the Creators Portal. I did this because I was uncomfortable thinking of my words sitting unwitnessed in creators’ inboxes like good food that is spoiling because it’s sat out too long.

This shifting to put the love notes inside the Creators Portal FEELS SO MUCH BETTER TO MY SOUL!!! It’s amazing because it’s a small change, but it touches so deeply on what I have discovered to be true of my labors: My words are sacred nourishment for those who are meant to receive them. I am lovingly devoted to honoring them as such. And I love that my offering is still so soft. There is no mandate or expectation for anyone to read them. It’s like in the beginning of the Garden I used to “make a plate” of this spiritual food for every creator and “leave it on her doorstep,” and hope that she noticed it. Now, I’m like, “the food is in the kitchen and you can go on and fix you a plate if you want.”

And I’m not checking to see who’s making plates and who’s not! THAT IS THE REAL FREEDOM—not worrying about who likes it, or approves, or sees, or honors it. This frees me up to create in so many more nourishing ways. It inspires me to feel deeply into the root of my creation joys, and to flow from there. Learning how to “leave the food in the kitchen”, or in our case, lovingly placed in the Creators Portal, has been my phenomenal growth as Mother Mother. I have discovered the bounty in trusting every creator to come into her majesty and her process on her own, and to take what she needs and to leave behind what she doesn’t.

The Soils practice I offered to everyone after our sacred story sharing in the lab was to begin practicing deep reverence for your own words as holy, as living scriptures that can nourish you or others right now. Once a week, or once a month, or whenever the spirit moves you, comb through your words—in your journal, in text exchanges, in your voice notes or emails, in any other space you might have recorded your brilliance. Comb through what you’ve generated and pull out one line, or phrase, or thought that really feels like a YES in your soul, and that you also feel good about have created and birthed into the world. I invite you to sit more deeply into the discovery of your scripture, and/or share it with at least one person, and tell them the story of how you came to realize this sacred message that you are sharing with them. Let the person know that they are welcome to share your scripture with someone whenever they feel led to do so. To read more magic captured during our lab, see Chapter 50: The Scriptures That Endure in the Creators Shared Diary.

Tomorrow is our Movement Lab. I’m feeling for an open discovery where we grow and flow into the movements inspired by those who join the lab. You are invited to come with whatever is on your heart and with whatever stories spirit is leading you to explore in your radiant, majestic body.

Please, take only what you need for your journey as a creator, and leave all else behind.

Revvy is standing and nursing, and still half sleep. Perhaps I can lay him back down…we’ll see.

I love you and celebrate you!
Love,
Binah

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