Mikyö Black-Wangmo

Wild joy. 🌸

I’ve been contemplating wild joy recently. This joy that is found in the places we would least expect it: as a loved one is dying, whilst in the depths of grief. In a random, ordinary moment of our life, while we are doing the dishes or paying our taxes. Joy that has no particular reason to arise, other than it’s who we are. It’s an intrinsic expression of our wild beingness, or as Martín Prechtel would call it, our indigenous soul.

This is why I love working in the depths of grief and death, for myself and with others. Some may think that it’s heavy and dark. And it is in the ways that it is. Yet the radiance of wild joy to be found in these places far outweighs the challenges. The beauty of people’s authentic beingness is so apparent. All pretense is stripped away and we are as we are. Broken open, messy, and insanely beautiful and whole. It brings me to tears thinking about it. Tears of wild joy.

As I’ve come out of the 2 year portal of my mom and Xena’s death I’ve been following the threads of sustainability. We are all in this for the long haul. In a collective portal of death and deep grief. With many consistently facing their own personal griefs and deaths. To meet this responsibly, grief medicine and my own Essence have been asking me to make this work more sustainable, for myself and for others.

All of this work is held in the larger context of wild joy. That’s what Subrosa Santo is about. We must become trackers of wild joy as we navigate the depths and darkness, recovering our innate capacity to transform pain into more aliveness, creativity, and love. We have even more opportunities to do so as we are slowly coming out of the depths of winter, being bombarded with the insanity of a dying hegemony divorced from soul. May the grace of wild joy find us when we least expect it!

Come see the ways of wild joy that I’m in devotion to! 🔗 in bye-oh

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