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I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all the wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club. To dismiss frantic instincts faltering us forward as bad static intent. Those knuckle dusters ready for combat should be left tucked inside They have no place here. I am still a boy who falls in love with trees. Sounding like a scratched up CD with distortion lungs. I know you’ve been broken open before. Remember you can breathe We are not made of glass. They will try to take your winds. Sell them your fists. You wont need them. Trade in these addictions; wicked things. Categorically beauty marked nonfiction, blinding ourselves at the expense of building better shelters. If it takes disaster to learn a lesson, we should be so brilliant in this collective fallout. Often feeling like I should cut out my tongue. More optical, removing illusions and apathy for sake of warm sunlight days and reusing. This is to survive your predisposed identity: Pluck tunes for adventure in backseats, cross-country engines never growing cold and cut power lines loose with reckless abandon. We can take lazy naptimes at dawn. Take away my tongue, a love letter promise of open conversations and open roadside coffee stops, removing conditioned character flaws, of never again losing touch due to something as massive as this distance, Returning beautifully savage in three parts harmony, I With everyone standing by your side despite. II You have never settled or stood down, so dont start now. III. We turn out just fine anyway. Chase that far off looking skyline till morning sun beating on your back illuminates it. Even then Dont stop for NOTHING. Lie to me if your bones dont ache for social change, places and people we could build homes with. Glow like three thousand transformers bursting in the night air. Be as fantastic     as beautifully daring     as holy as you know you are! I am writing this to you because your fears may cast heavy shadows, shade sowing self doubt but you- You are a living walking loving light show. So go with me on this. You illuminate wherever you choose to shine.

[hybrid-lion]

-Credit to Chiara Bautista

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A week into our WWOOF journey at a breathtaking and abundantly, educationally experiential working opportunity here at a horse farm south of Nashua, NH right over the Mass border. I've been learning #wildcrafting, getting better and clever in the kitchen, working with these amazing animal companions again, which is so in of itself valuable and reaffirming work. The labor is difficult at times yet rewarding. Here we have a homemade quiche, some #foraged horsetail for tea, some of the horses, and of course the #sunset and #moonrises which are beautiful over here. More later on the #tumblrblog #wwoofusa #organicfarms #horsefarms #massfarms #supoortlocal #grassroots #localhorsefarm #womenwhofarm #wwoofer #ponyfeeder @ponyfeeder @wwoofusa (at Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO38-8zt5y-/?igshid=1ue3hvevw9vux

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#oldiebutgoodies #wheredidweleaveit #inthefield #supportmeonkofi😋 #smallcreators #horizons #riversandroads #y2k #444 #thestruts #lightupyourlanterns #inthewild ( (Music Mash- @thestruts / @y2k2y )) (at Southbridge, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/COceTbwA35N/?igshid=16h265de79run

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Further 3/25 - Leaving WR Farm

The lenses we use between and of presumption and assumptions/coupled with avoidance were the theme of a very mercurial dream I had the second week of my work at W.F. Farm.

I was being led through a cityscape of neutral tones by a giant of a masculine presence. Leading us through a concrete gray scape of blame and adversity to others who may walk the same scape. We passed a strawberry blonde presence, who presented as dismal or jaded, and had an uncanny likeness to someone I met twice; once in New Hampshire Hospital in 2016, and again in February of this year at the N. Main Street Cold Weather Shelter. For sake of privacy for their journey, I'll leave it at that.

- dream walk 4/20/21 (5:47-ish)

(Lesson synopsis first impressions, cement gray/ strawberry blonde/ translucent under a massive sky)

Later that morning-

12:00AM - 6:20AM)

Woke from secondary, interpreted as flipside of coin of from prior dreamscape, series of blue and dark guess maze, green/purple huntress presence manifested in a past lover taking down a multiplicitous beast/monster interpretation of v similar and familiar hues with bow

Yesterday was less a challenge of silence and more a unifying and conscious choice of solidarity with our LGBTQIA siblings, among other perceptions of others whom have suffered alienation throughout time. To acknowledge and value that serenity and sit with our thoughts, to reset and feel/listen the waves of joy and emotion, experience them lapping over our shores and rolling out all the same.

We have so much still to gain with eachother. I remember taking my time with the day, starting it off with a moving meditation between mysf and the perception of my best friend from high school, bolstering hopefully in a way and pattern that has benefitted me and helped my stoic resolve in silence at times.

I went down to the garden rows, watching my steps along the edges, careful as I could be surefooted to do little harm, while bearing in mind toil must occur in a garden to attain any progress.

I continued broadforking with the method I was taught, sure that I would make some accomplishment, chattering at times in my excitement and joy, reveling in the breeze and the motions as they passed by. The sun directed me, beating down on a hot day, to layer down, and I was rewarded today with a light shoulder burn. Mid way through the broadforking, I switched my pattern to backward lunging and switching stance,

a sort of backward-warrior-bow stance. At this time, I was listening to one of my favorite anthems for energy, and got carried away, the metal handle of the broadfork slipping as I stepped and colliding with my right brow.

Pausing briefly, I began to chuckle and laugh to myself, undeterred, sending myself healing and vigor in that adrenaline-induced moment, and began to tear through the next leg of the row, stopping only to mind my breathwork and poise, to tackle this challenge with some grace, and also laugh at my audacious self struggling to bring rocks up from the soil for seeding.

I do feel like you can give something/someone/ anyone your best efforts, and still they must in turn decide what that means to them. While time and persistency of energy conquer many a feat, the capacity to understand someone is exactly as they are and accept them for that, and still confronting our obstacles without causing further injury to eachother, but hoping for mutual understanding, harmony and growth with eachother and in service of someone who deserves Our collective best after all this earthly time, is indeed a beautiful truth.

This morning I awoke late, dozing in and out from sleep. Having had that minor accident (no physical traumatic injuries occured there, which is to say something knowing me), but the morning and night that presented me with a series of very lucid dreams, which I believe was in part a telling sign and also a reward of the blood and sweat I out forth in this current place. More on this another time, but the distinct symbolism of a spirited, diamond-shaped image came to mind and persisted as I awoke. Red by color and hue, naturally. I felt at some point for a passing moment, not clinging or attaching to the idea, that I may be hard pressed to find a continuity of a physical place in the future to call a permenant home for a time, despite feeling at home in my answers and self, and still growing and learning on my path.

The dreams that persisted were conversations, or tidbits of, whispering gentle observations and steady acknowledgement that I wish at times people could be so transparent about in waking life, knowing that there are those others who will accept the idea and reality of these things in this day and age, and love us for it all the same.

My driver, Fritz, picked me up on the way down to the hotel I'm at in between White Rabbit Farm and my next host site, Agape, where I hope to continue living intentionally as capable, learning, working and more. We had a long, beautiful and friendly dialogue about avoiding allowing others disrupt your peacefulness or upend your energy for their own behavior, endeavor, actions, etc and avoiding both blaming them, as well as compromising our own character.

This is a lesson I will continue to relearn and practice as I meet new people on my journey with the world(s) and company we exist alongside.

The places wherein we pause, reflect and acknowledge our journey, I am reminded, are quite valuable, the tangible moments in between what we believe are our destinations, are still very much in fact the beauty of our road, just as much our narratives and pinnacles, for what would be the climb of a staircase fight without lifting our legs each step?

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Everywhere I Roam

I am already home

🐾🛡️🔞🛡️🐾

#Pro-Unity

坎𓃠艮

~D

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Depends on how you perceive things~

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New content is up, show support while I’m on our road to you. ko-fi.com/hybridlion #linkinbio Will be scaling back but keeping consistent with #tumblrblog as a #travelblog ====< More private content will be up on ko-fi so go there for my best works =====< I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all the wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club. To dismiss frantic instincts faltering us forward as bad static intent. Those knuckle dusters ready for combat should be left tucked inside They have no place here. I am still a boy who falls in love with trees Sounding like a scratched up CD with distortion lungs. I know you’ve been broken open before. Remember you can breathe We are not made of glass. They will try to take your winds. Sell them your fists. You wont need them. ... I’m learning to fall asleep at peace with my mind, and when I awake, am recognizing self-defeatist mind chatter. As I’ve stated, I believe this is a good practice for having a positive outlook and point to start again each day. Try to apply this as I have to learn in turn when you awake each day. I feel it may help our future of free thinkers and a harmonious collective global community/society/ what have you. I am reminded again by my teachers for you to be shamelessly you in any way that is of interest to yourself and serves to better our communal wellbeing. The rest falls in place. #nipmuc ##westernmass #massachusetts #trustyou #checkwithothers #ᴇᴀsʏᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢs #hybridlionthoughts #liondaydreams #horizons #oldiebutgoodies #koficreators #findmeonkofi #kofibutton #manifestation #practicemakesprogress #poetryprompts #gotobedhappy #proprogress #prounity #proharmony #dountoothers #369 #128 #journeytowellness #supportsmallcreators #fightclub #haveheart #haveheartguardians

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We spent part of Sunday touring the Quabbin Reservoir, which is a massive protected body of water that provides clean water to the state of Massachusetts. The surrounding townships, placed on historical Nipmuc land, faced a similar fate years back of displacement. These days the townships primarily use wells for their water. The Reservoir was gorgeous and there is clearly a sense of history here that requires our attention to the process we may take part in to protect and restore land and bring our environment and ourselves jn turn ecologic. We had some heated conversations about how to affect change that benefits the lands and applies both long standing practice as well as our understanding of science and stewardship of the lands over time. I would whole heatedly say that walking along the south end of the reservoir and along the river allowed me to sense that while there is often loss due to decades of human encroachment, there is always the spirit that guides us to believe we can affirmatively create balance and change.

We also discussed the possibilities of reintroducing wolves into the reservoir, as that would help with the deer population as the regions biodiversity would hopefully find structure and balance with the fauna in the region by doing so.

#earthweek2021

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𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖…⁣

=== If a non-static (a good number of steadfast people), throughout their daily life, carried a magnetized rock… Could it perhaps help balance or strengthen the ticking clock on our beautiful Gaia’s geomagnetic field?

Suppose it did, and a scale of those folks lived intentionally with the rest (y'all could choose to carry a roc as well) and slow the turning wheel a ways, while we worked with our communities and communicated apt means to do what we can by and with each other, similarly to how many work their fields as we harmonized and were able to in some way bring more rainfall to the equator? Maybe socal and other areas that suffered forest fire earlier last year and prior l.

≈≈≈≈ We would have to understand better our neighbors, cycle the possibilities that the rainfall could potentially mean regrowth yet the need for available communities to step up for taking in others who would potentially be displaced, while having healthful boundaries and consider the downfalls, and weighing the science, we stand to gain. === The magnetic field would strengthen and may stimulate positive climate change for regions that suffered drought or forest fires. The added caveat is that the magnetic field may continue to protect us from space-based storms that occur outside our atmosphere. ===== Dunno, speaking subjectively I didn’t finish college. Longevity based worth a shot to help our home? I could guess~ ~~~ Music - @boalanmusic - Dolan’s 6AM —- ko-fi.com/liondaydreams

#koficreator

Plus you’d have something sweet to talk about. ==== Talk it over with a farmer, a scientist, a geologist and the rock, a tree or a cicada. ~~~~~ #findmeonkofi #linkinbio #tumblrverse #theplanisdonothing? #crystalhealing #oldiebutgoodies #carryacompass #carryarock #haverockmayroam #intentionalliving #supoortsmallfarms #organicfarms #inthefield #dipoles #askasciencenerd #askatreefrog #co-op #earthjustice #climatejusticeissocialjustice #crystalgrids #ccrystalshops #halfmoon #liondaydreams ⁣#passivehealing #activemindset #daedr3am (at Massachusetts)

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Quick outline I was working on in my time up in Concord. May have to revisit this guy lmk how you feel about it. #conceptart #characterdesign #characterconcepts #ocsketch #ocart #originalcharacterart #5echaracter #sketchdesigns https://www.instagram.com/p/CN3Geo0gLD7/?igshid=zn0fog25yuco

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𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑝𝑚𝑢𝑐 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 close 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒. ⁣ 𝑊𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑦) 𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑦𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑦.

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Empaths be like:

I wilk have an open heart but prefer little to no open heart surgeries.

I.e. I have to reaffirm what's right for my boundaries and our vibrational similarities before/after/between what I am able to give and also receive as well as heal with and from.

Preferably on my terms with regards to stuff and things.

Read as: if there's an ocean of healing trauma, be aware of what ships have sailed, what harbors it's been in and what port that ship is leading to, and try to avoid making someone you love walk the gangplank when they're trying to batten the hatches.

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There are many ways to express value and love for someone.

What does love smell like for you?

For me, probably the same as gratitude.

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Isn't it odd?

I have for my entire life

Stagnated at times for whatever reason,

Always felt change was synonymous with goodness.

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