MARCH

Dreaming an impossible dream

March is a spring wound tight. Vibrating energy underneath my boots when I walk in a garden. If we’re given few more warm days lilacs going to start blooming and I see tiny shoots of lily-of-the-valley everywhere. Peonies raising their fat heads, they’re so done with the dark of underground. Birds screaming in anticipation, ready to burst, finally plunging themselves into cold puddles for a quick cool-down.

I’m thinking about how birds never question their ability to fly - and how humans always do. How birds don’t have an imposter syndrome, how they’re not afraid to jump off the cliff - and we were always told not to. And we’re sitting on the top of the cliff, surrounded by things not great and not really beautiful, but safe and familiar, trying to come up with elaborate explanations and praising our smarts while hurling insults after the ones who jumped. They don’t listen to us and we don’t understand them, but birds do.

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.”

Terence McKenna

And the ones who jumped don’t owe us, sitters on a cliff, an explanation.

Until April

XOXO Larysa

P.S. for everyone who asked about available works - i’m taking part in Arch Enemy Arts anniversary group show in beautiful Philadelphia opening up Friday, April 5, with previews going out on Wednesday. Hope you can make it - online or in-person!