Somewhere, through someone, I came upon a question this week.
You know the kind that stops you mid-thought and invites you to throw them into a pot and simmer for a few hours. It was nothing special in its raw form. But like all good words, they can become delicious ingredients to a life that is being slow brewed.
“Have you truly landed in this life, in this body?”
For someone who has spent most of her life in-between, I can’t say that it is something I agree with. It has little to do with my nomadism, and much more to do with arriving, body/mind/spirit at what is here and now. This sounds so simple, but when it becomes a somatic experience, its basicness becomes so potent.
For me, landing is the acknowledgment of what is. Both unwanted and wanted. We often skip that part and go straight to the desire or the dissatisfaction (a.k.a the resistance). But what if we landed first before we took off again? And what if we landed, full stop? How much power would we be giving back to ourselves to actually change what we know we must?
