
07/31/2021
I learned early on the truth of Impermanence. My parents’ inability to maintain a steady income or keep a home, their intense disharmony with each other and the world, presented me with an unstable and unsafe world, a world where nothing lasted. It imbedded in me a deep and clear understanding that nothing is permanent.
This gift has made it easy for me to live without sentimental attachments. I remember once saying “you will never be free until you can burn your house down…” and I thought, easy. I could burn it tomorrow and carry on, I’d done it my whole life.
The past few years have offered a new view on this. I see now that my home isn’t just my house and belongings, it’s all my people. It’s all the places where I find comfort and safety. I’ve realized this is where that nagging fear still lies, huddled up close to the belief that everyone and everything will eventually leave me. And I’ll be alone, with nothing. Part of me is always prepared for that. An expectation of loneliness.
Oh and can I tell you all the adorable ways this shows up?! My embodied knowing of impermanence is just one side of the coin…the other one being a deep and grateful love for my people. A lot of careful tending to my relationships with a secret “ohmygahd I’d literally die if anything happens to you or us so please don’t leave me” lying beneath the surface. Does that sound free? 😂 My love is a tad intense.
So my work continues and I love intensely and sometimes fearfully, but I can see it. And I know if my love is true I must let you find your truth, even if it doesn’t include me, even if you leave. Your freedom might require your house to burn, and what if I’m in it? Can I let go? Can I hand you the match, lovingly?
I love you. I can’t help it. ❤️🔥 All of this will change but my love will remain. The love remains.