Today I sit at my laptop, blissing out on the fact that its a "floor day" and I am not working the sales floor. The toilet is clean. The garbage has been taken out. There is quiet list of things to do on my google calendar, a cup of green tea with honey on the table next to me. My new nepenthes ventrata "Vennie" is hanging near my head, dripping sweet nothings onto a towel. There is a whole new world to create and yet not a single thing that I HAVE to do. I don't HAVE to do anything. I get to do whatever I want. Whatever is healthy and joyful. In the coming weeks and months of 2023 I will GET to do lots of hard things. There will be an incredible learning curve. I will work my ass off. But all of that will be because I want to, I choose to.
From this day forward Red Deva Sovereign Health is for real. I am the Red Deva incarnate and I get to create the most beautiful, magical, adventurous life. The most soul connected, culture altering business. But right now, I am sitting here listening to the silence. I am still in the In-Between. But taking tiny, miniscule baby steps over the threshold into The Beginning.
At my last huddle at The Job that is no longer, I quoted this song that has been with me through so many in-betweens. And I realized for the first time what Roger Clyne meant by "my favorite part" when he and The Peacemakers made this song way back in 2008. It's this stillness of the in-between that is so potently magical and magically potent.
"Had I not known the darkness, I could not love the light. Were it not for gravity, there would be no flight. Had I not lost the path, I'd have never found my way. In equal parts my heart I gave to bloom and to decay.
So with a rattle and a grind I find that I'm back at my favorite part. And I may not be your kind if your kind is faint of heart. When the world is sick and tired and it begs you to fall apart, you may be hanging by a thread, but now you're state of the art.
I call upon my demons as I call upon my saints. I lend an equal ear to each and I've suffered no complaints. When the furies be your ushers and the shadows be your guide, the best way out of hell is through the other side.
So with a rattle and a grind I find that I'm back at my favorite part. And I may not be your kind if your kind is faint of heart. When the world is sick and tired and it begs you to fall apart, you may be hanging by a thread, but now you're state of the art."
Ready, set, go! The portal into the next thing is open. She's gonna be beautiful. And Red.
In Grace,
Percy
