Good morning. 🌞
(It’s 3:50 PM as of this writing, but this particular greeting has been making a home in me lately and I savour it each time I say it out loud.)
This is an incomplete, unpolished, and transient introduction of myself.
As I thaw, awaken, and (un)become into a new season, linear time no longer makes sense to me.
The past 6 or so weeks have felt like multiple lifetimes sprawling across infinite universes, deaths and rebirths.
Some words I’ve collected that describe this spicy period, in no particular order:
emergence ; pain ; wilderness ; expansion ; contraction ; grotesque dreams ; anger ; resentment ; hot tears ; frustration ; movement ; wonder ; curiosity ; laughter ; deep support ; love ; intimacy ; tenderness ; grief ; release ; anguish ; torment ; hope ; regard ; connection ;
Here is what I know to be true in this moment:
One.
My life’s work lies in the remembering.
Two.
I am not made of my circumstances.
Three.
I recognize the presence of an eerily familiar voice. One that whispers into the crevices of my heart,
“make your Self small and insignificant. You never mattered anyway.”
Rather than fall into this trap, I decide to lean into the gorgeous view of the lake and welcome the warmth of sunlight on my face, instead.
This is what the practice of play and celebration looks like for me these days, in the brief but world-expanding moments.
Thank you for witnessing. And I’m so grateful you’re here.