Finding joy and finding out what a chubbicorn smells like

We exile parts of self to meet the expectations of the world, and the deeper we go into our sorrow, the greater the joy we'll find.

The journey continues to find joy.

I found this great quote from The Wild Edge of Sorrow.

"The deeper the sorrow, the greater the joy."
When we send our grief into exile, we simultaneously condemn our lives to an absence of joy.

This gray-sky existence is intolerable to the soul.

It shouts at us daily to do something about it, but in the absence of meaningful ways to respond to sorrow or from the sheer terror of the terrain of grief naked, we turn instead to distraction, entering addiction, or anesthesia.

For all of my life, I have exiled all the parts that were not acceptable to society, pushing them into the deep, dark spaces.

Now at this point in my life, my soul is crying out for what was done.

This hidden mask we all wear is a process of taking parts of ourselves to fit into the world.

Nothing more for now. I’m just sitting with the sadness of what was done, and feeling through what my soul wants.

What does 80 smell like?

I’ve released a sample run of Chubbicorn80 candles. I got one on my desk right now. It’s a subtle smell of fruit loops, with a really neat wood wick that makes a soft crackling sound.