12/19/2025
It’s intense out there, holding other people, showing up in spaces that I deeply want to hold. Being consistent and reliable, being a friend, wife and mother …a woman. A daughter. An adult daughter. All noble traits that over time tussle with the tension of nothingness waiting on me. Nothing to be, nothing to do….only receive.
To sit in the Sun,
To witness the sensations unwinding in held tissue.
If I was lucky enough to melt into the rock, if I was wise enough to know how to let it all go. If I repeated enough how everything has changed, if I recognized enough how it’s all for my own good, if I was spiritual enough to not forget. If I was light enough to let it all pass through.
And then remember the rock, and feel the cold water on my toes, and look at the life and to sense your attention shift as you realize your tromping thru mountain lions roaming ground. Now standing in thresholds here. Clearing what wants to be done. Awakening to what wants to live. What thrives in good sun and can steady in the darkness, the unknowns while we wait for the sun to return.
