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The Purple Frequency of Unity https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-purple-frequency-of-unity--72046772 We all want to create. We all want to build the next big thing, leave our mark, and tap into the boundless energy of Kuumba. But what happens when you build your vision on a fractured foundation? This week, we are standing deep in the royal purpleness of Umoja (Unity), amidst the larger cycle and year of Ujima (Collective Work). The tension we face every day is the tug-of-war between the culture's demand for isolated hustle and our soul's need for connected unity. You cannot out-grind a broken foundation. When we try to rush our creativity without unity, we end up carrying the crushing weight of blame, shame, and guilt all by ourselves. It is time for a Call to Inaction. “Shed the heavy coat of tomorrow’s worries; the wind of today will dry your sweat.” What solitary burdens are you refusing to put down today? Which false narratives of "doing it all yourself" can you...
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Circle in the sand- Preston J. Harrison

Circle in the sand, PorthmeorImage by Mags via Flickr
I drew a circle in the sand and stood on the outside.
Letting the inner part reflect what was left for me to hide.
I let the arc of the circle serve as the border,
as the line between in and out represented the order.
We often draw lines that don't mean anything,
while contained in the frames are "the blues" plenty sing.
What's lost in translation is what's gained without pride,
without ego and fear around the circle's outside.
Were all trapped in a circle that's not even there,
imprisoned by doubts and illusions we share.
Our friends serve as wardens, our families as guards,
and we are the cellmates allowed in the yards.
I stood on the outside feeling totally free,
then drew the conclusion the circle was me.
My mind escaped again as it usually does,
now there's no circle, nor sand?
I doubt there ever was.

                                



Preston J. Harrison
Founder/President
Imperial Integrative Health Research&Development, LLC.
Home of OXYwater.
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