In my stomach. Once again. Spinning. Spinning. Burning. I could sleep all day before this energy exhausts itself. But without knowing where to put it, where to put this pure energy, this dynamic intention, this somatic attention, how can I rise? Resisting committing fully and wholeheartedly to the visions that sparked my gut, I am alone in the whip and whorl of unbounded energy.
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About noah crowe
I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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