03/05/2026
WAGING BEAUTY
Flowers sweetened the air. The full moon lit velvet skies.
Sultry nights carried us along the ocean’s salt waves soothing what we didn’t have words for.
Old and new friends gathered over the smoothest mezcal, the warmth traveling down our throats loosening truth.
We spoke the same life-language of passion, of music, of lineage and land, of longing, of life’s contradictions.
We remembered that beauty is a practice. A devotion, a choice, a relationship.
We did not escape the existential ache of being human. We faced it softly, we let it breathe between us and in that shared witnessing, the open wound of existence began to close transforming through presence.
In choosing it together, something shifted.
Beauty, practiced in community when in right relationship with the Earths elements and with oneself became the medicine.