Showing posts with label toko-pa turner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toko-pa turner. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

What Once Was

(image source: unk)
"there are ruins in each of us. a place where
'what once was' lives on like an echo..haunting
the landscape of our lives with its weathered
foundations. abandoned..scavenged..and dismantled
by time..the ruin is the holiest place in our heart.
it is the ways in which we have been broken that
have earned us a place to stand. it is in our life's
absences that a wild longing is born. this ruined
place is a temple in which to worship..to throw
down our grief and our forgetting..and praise
what remains. after all..these remains are the
evidence of how greatly we have loved and 
they should be venerated as the legacy of
survival that they are."
~ toko pa turner


Monday, November 26, 2018

A Borderless Land

(image source unk)
 
"there is a stand of undeveloped jungle.. a place
of indigeneity within each of us..that can never
be domesticated. it is a borderless land..beyond
personality and convention..even beyond thought..
where pure creativity arises. like the signature
song of a tropical bird..the spiraling of an
arbutus tree..the evening scent of a jasmine
bush..there is an essence in each of us intended
to be expressed. few make the trek into this
creative wild..because the path requires great
vulnerability. to come into our true originality..
we must surrender the layers of numbness we
use to protect our hearts"

"many take the path well worn..but they are only
given a half lived life. to those willing to brave
the unknown path..the dark thicket.. a
remembering of love..magic..and purpose
returns. there is a wild woman under our skin
who wants nothing more than to dance until
her feet are sore..sing her beautiful grief into
the rafters..and offer the bottomless cup of her
creativity as a way of life. and if you are able
to sing from the very wound that you've worked
so hard to hide..not only will it give meaning to
your own story..but it becomes a corroborative
voice for others with a similar wounding."
~toko pa turner



Saturday, November 24, 2018

Remembering Ourselves Home

 
(image: free people)
"with her beguiling beauty..eros will possess you.
she is a singer and a dreamer..whose elements are
mystery..magic..and earth. her voice isn't pretty..nor
is it sweet..but rather scorched with honesty. and
when she sings..the ache of being alive rattles and
resonates deep in your bones. it's with her raw
passion that she pushes blood into an idea..and
makes it dance. her home is in the wild..and she
speaks the language of all untamed beings. she
is the animal body..both fierce and graceful..who
moves with the rhythm and sway of the soul."