Follow up or the second half of the piece of trident

I just reviewed the clip of Jill Bolte Taylor and realize that part of what I was trying to say is that I got slammed into my right hemisphere by the early traumas that I sustained and that connection has sustained and motivated me throughout my life.

Like a murder of crows healing me only in my case it was the melting tar and the sparkling dew. And these things would make my heart dance to life and I knew that what was possible was barely acknowledged and that even though I did not know the boundaries of my own capabilities I was certain that the others around me did not either. I was certain that their perceptions fell far short of what we are all capable of, perhaps of necessity. Perhaps we need to evolve gradually for any meaningful integration to be accomplished.

Soft and continual support. There it is again. Open to grace. Soft and continual support. Receive it, imagine it, invoke it. And I want to invite Leonard Cohen to this dance where the vikrukti gives way to the illumination of new possibility as we dance on the edge of the universe as yet unfolded.