tender wild alive awake

Fenna Jones

tender wild alive awake

Episodes

  1. 12/09/2020

    possibilities

    my dearest fresh human, i hope you are arriving well and if not, no worries, you will be arriving forever and it will get better and worse and then better again it takes a village to raise a child, they said and asked me what my role in your village will be what will I do and be a role model for? well, my love, I contemplated about this of course and first and foremost - there are no roles the roles, the boxes, the shapes, you don’t have to squeeze yourself in there even if they make it seem like you have you don’t, okay? you don’t and so i don’t want to be a role model for you {- the world is full of those if you need them} i want to be a possibility model the possibility of rainbow pancakes of crafting cardboard castles of paint and pencils and forest poetry the possibility of living in whatever shape you like a tiny forest house, a piece of land, a community living project an aunt, a listener, a leader the possibility of friends across generations i really hope that when I’m 90 i will still befriend twenty year olds the possibility of going to the sea in winter and lying down on the ice cold sand and listen to the waves and the storm of shouting love letters to yourself  and friends around the world the possibility of generosity of living the gifts that you never received the possibility of aspiring to becoming the sun light the possibility of dancing in the supermarket it is possible to give yourself permission it is possible to remember you do not even need permission  you just be do change create the possibility of climbing dunes together and running down so fast it feels like falling the possibility of building your big path on small leaps of faith it is possible to change direction, to change your mind to become new colours of yourself over and over again and forever to let go when letting go means being courageous and hold on when holding on means being courageous it is possible to ask yourself: what would love do? what would love do, what would courage, do what would fear do the possibility of showing up on the yoga mat every morning half past 6 not because you feel like it, but because it is what love does the possibility of committing to your practices summer or winter, rain or snow, desperate or elated just doing the things you need to do the possibility of ambition and dedication of growing beyond yourself of making a huge impact on a big scale of concrete outcomes and solid solutions and also the possibility of divorcing the focus on end results it’s not the outcomes that matter it’s our relationships that give meaning to our struggles the possibility of crafty evenings with olives and bon iver the possibility of not waiting for a special moment and making some moments special creating pockets of magic of stillness, wonder, sacredness pockets of celebration and dancing and joy candles string lights eye contact the possibility of daily adventure of supermarket expeditions and city forest learning journeys the possibility of noticing observing being present to life looking up to the sky and okay maybe that are a lot of possibilities if i could model only one thing i think i want to model the possibility of dance dance everywhere and forever

  2. 12/03/2020

    home coming

    coming home maybe we’re here maybe it’s time maybe after the age of ads and magazines you’re too fat too thin too old too asymmetrical maybe it’s time to come home to our bodies their movement their touches their longings after the hustle the hurry the burn out maybe it’s time to honour our time together to take a breath and make it sacred maybe after the matches the fighting the winners the losers maybe it’s time to come home to our oneness and say: our future is a collaboration let’s make beautiful things with beautiful people we love maybe after the age of buying and shopping online and in stores more more cheaper cheaper made in china vietnam myangmar maybe it’s time to come home to making clumsy things ourselves just for the fun of it diy kombucha, awkwardly knitted scarfs, imperfect sourdough breads and maybe it’s time to come home to enough a candle a stillness writing a postcard what else do we need on an evening like this after the highways the airplanes the faraway places the further and further exotic expensive exquisite maybe it’s time to be an explorer of the world where we are the forests and the lakes on the bike the leaves the skies the smell of the soil maybe it’s time to travel to our own piece of land a garden, a fruit tree, a long kitchen table maybe it’s time to travel to the places of noticing and appreciation this sun ray, this smile of this stranger this carrot that was planted and watered and nurtured and harvested transported sold bought cleaned cut roasted salted and now on my plate maybe after making change and fixing stuff we can come home to being change in flow in flux impermanence, imperfect maybe after scrolling and surfing and tweeting and numbing we can come home to the pain deep inside the tears of the darkness but also the warrior parts of our being the trembling aliveness of facing the fire afraid and awake maybe after the shame all the fears the culture of never enough maybe we can come home to daring to love deep love for ourselves and the world and the whole maybe we are ready for a revolution that is not a revolution but an evolution of home home and love and art and warmth and whole

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