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Dawn is here. A new day, but the same light. The flame we kept alit through the cold winter is growing. It’s ready for i...
03/10/2025

Dawn is here. A new day, but the same light. The flame we kept alit through the cold winter is growing. It’s ready for its rebirth, to claw out from the depths of darkness, regaining the day that night had so longly reigned over.

For much of life, we focus on the metaphoric dusk. With prices running rampant, politics segregating the people, and media amplifying lies, it’s hard not to. The game of shadows seems impossible to win, but I think winning is what we need to stop doing in the first place. Night will never cease to exist, for shadow is ubiquitous with light, only differing in degree along the horizon of polarity. Hence, dusk is no different than dawn if we allow the internal sun to shine. So as the earth continues its revolutionary dance, we decide how to play the game; the game of seasons, of shadows, of life.

Ostara marks the time when the great solar spirit begins casting longer rays across the sky; a time for renewal, hope, and optimism. Dán (pronounced dawn) is a Celtic word meaning our soul’s deepest purpose, our destiny, our calling, and our craft. It also translates to poem or gift. The expanding light is giving our seeds the chance for growth, for survival. At sunrise, our dream’s shadows are always biggest, but we dictate the stroke of our pen, we decide the story of our epic. We choose our dusk. Or we choose our dán.

Join us in a celebration of new beginnings. We have planted our seed. Now it’s time to give it light. Darkness will always come, but we shall witness dawn once again. For no matter the size of our dreams, they are eternally within reach, as long as we keep the light alive. Do not forget that a dream “of a thousand forests lies in one acorn.” So may we one day climb to the canopy of our creations to bear witness to the wilderness of courage that cultivated our positivity into possibility.

Happy Dáwn 🌅

We will be celebrating the return of Spring by attending the new broadway musical ‘Redwood.’

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🌖 Sìol • 种子 🐍The darkness of winter descends, but the spring light is soon to dawn. The shadow grows larger, but only be...
01/26/2025

🌖 Sìol • 种子 🐍

The darkness of winter descends, but the spring light is soon to dawn. The shadow grows larger, but only because the light which casts it grows brighter.

The seeds of our souls lay dormant, resting and reflecting, nourishing the dreams we have so carefully planted. But something begins to stir. A murmuring ascends from the depths and awakens the world from its slumber. There is more to endure of the bitter night, but the return of the light brings the first signs of life. And with it, hope, belief, and reprieve; a moment to take our first breath, allowing our spirits to rise. Every inhale, restoration. Every exhale, inspiration.

The forest floor may appear bare, but it is anything but. Below the snow, beneath the decay of past seasons, that stirring strengthens, whispering to the surrounding seeds. It is the reawakening of our dreams, preparing to greet the rest of the woods; the embers of our creativity and passion growing with every moment, reflecting the very source from which they sprout.

The light is near, but the darkness still prevails. So within the frozen earth we must remain, but only briefly, for we know it will soon be time to make our grand appearance. This is where true transformation occurs. Difficulty will be had. We will be tested. But we shall persevere.

Just like the snake of the woods, who sheds its skin of doubt and fear and moves with focus and grace, we too will adapt as we explore our creative endeavors. And the deeper we dig, the darker it becomes. But it is in the darkest of nights we must not lose trust. For truth is the most ultimate light.

We hold the ancient secrets. The cauldron brewed by those before us flows through our veins. Our paths are not mere ones of potential or possibility, but of prophecy. We are all descendants of the divine, the blossoming of the seeds in which they planted so that we may find the vigor to carry the ancestral torch that will gracefully guide the ones that grow after.

Our times are transcending and our cultures converging. As the cold lingers, may the hearth of our hearts keep us warm.

Join us on 2.01 for a Lunar New Year & Imbolc Celebration ☘️

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Truthsdigging 🌽🫘🍠The day of thanks must be a day of tribute.As we gather around the table with our kin and clans, surrou...
11/24/2024

Truthsdigging 🌽🫘🍠

The day of thanks must be a day of tribute.

As we gather around the table with our kin and clans, surrounded by the abundance of earthly gifts, there is too often little recognition or realization of what has been served on our privileged plates. With each lift of the fork, we choose to feast from the cornucopia of consumption: savory & sweet delicacies that have us indulge rather than inquire. Can spoonfuls of sugar & spices continue to blind us from the harvested truth? Even the knife doesn’t cut deep enough.

For it’s under the plates, below the table, and beneath our soles where we’ll find the crops of our cultivation. Here is where the roots of the roast guide us away from our lips and towards what our hearts have truly been craving. Community. Candor. Creed. Our satisfaction will not be fulfilled by the substance we eat, but rather by the souls with whom we share it.

Our plates shall be the portals into what connects and nourishes us: the convergence of gratitude, from the nutrients in the soil to the hands that tilled it. Without the proper tribute, a feast’s lack of intention only leads to contention. To gather around the table means to share a piece of ourselves with others, an opportunity of reciprocity to give and receive the most important ingredient: truth.

So on this day of feasting, let us come together to emancipate from the old tradition of ignorance and create a new one of awareness. One that acknowledges, honors, and celebrates what has happened in order for us to share this present moment together, truthfully. A tradition that fosters unity and harmony, to bring us closer to those that share the same ancestral decree.

So keep on digging. Find the roots. They will lead us to our truest selves. That is what gathering around the table is all about: to be in communion and celebration with those who desire authenticity and austerity; the only path for the posterity of the people.

Happy Truthsdigging 🌽🫘🍠

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Long before Mannahatta became decimated and replaced with cement, steel, and glass, the Lenape called it “Welikia” or “o...
11/24/2024

Long before Mannahatta became decimated and replaced with cement, steel, and glass, the Lenape called it “Welikia” or “our good home.”

Join us as we celebrate and honor the original stewards of this land.

Let this day be a chance for us to listen and learn from those whom have been ignored for far too long; for us to honor their stories, their resilience, and relentless fight for justice.

It is time we come together to offer our support and gratitude & restore the love for each other and this land.

It is time to return Mannahatta back to its people.

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