HeyJaredMusings with Lex
Personal reflections and writings that weave the healing arts through everyday life — stories, practices, rituals, and the wisdom found along the way. Exploring addiction, recovery, somatics, energy and the long road back to yourself.
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The Chosen Descent (opens the original)
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As we approach the Autumn Equinox, we begin to tune inward. Light and dark rest in balance for a breath, and then the scales begin to tip toward the dark.This reflection and meditation is an invitation to deepen into the language of listening: the listening of our body, our spirit, and the ones in the unseen. Through this shift in season, we can come into our inner knowing of what is needing to shed.The descent will come either way. When we move through life unconsciously, we get pulled under, c
Storytelling as a Sacred Act (opens the original)
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Seasons tend to pull me like the tide. A pulling into something deeper within my heart. And I am led to the practices that will direct me to this limitless space within, like there’s no reaching the bottom of the ocean floor. And in listening, in stillness, it’s beautiful how what is congruent in the natural function of the season begins to appear in my own life. Cancer season was a returning home to my ancestry, another deep dive in the infinite spiral. And I say deep dive intentionally, becaus
The Story of the Bird that Wove a Nest from the Plants and Flowers (opens the original)
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And something beautiful happened last week. I gathered the plants and the herbs and the flowers that I used in brushing and sweeping, praying and invoking, bringing them to the inner base of the tree as I normally do.The tree where I give thanks after working with others, the tree that I place my hand to its trunk and take a moment, a pause, a breath to clear out the residual energy of the past hours. The tree where I bring the plants to be composted giving gratitude to the medicine they carry.A
Mary Magdalene and a Love that has no end. (opens the original)
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Love like truth cannot be cast out for eternity. It will return in memories and dreams, a feeling that cannot be explained but felt as a deep ache that moves past flesh and imprints on the soul. It awakens the divine spark that we each carry.This was not planned as a Magdalene pilgrimage, but it became one as I began to witness a pattern emerge across cities in Italy and Sicily. The voice of the suppressed will always survive. The truth can be cloaked and covered, but not destroyed. Like her gos
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