This week has been a hard one for me, and I apologize for the lack of responses to your thoughtful comments. I value the words we share with each other above all, so thank you for supporting this community with your time and presence.
I find healing the human so interesting considering I fundamentally no longer identify with, or invest in, the idea of a separate self. But the body holds patterns that need releasing whether we identify with it or not, so I am learning to be patient with the unfolding of this present experience. I hold a lot of space for anyone right now who is also feeling the effects of an inner and outer world tilted off-kilter and loose in its orbit.
Here are remembrances I’ve gathered in my journal from this week, and I hope they serve as a reminder of what is good, green, and deeply wild within yourself too.
What if there was no destination – would you still follow a map? Or would you wander through the wildflowers with reverie. Would you grant yourself the gift of aimlessness. Would you know yourself better for your meanderings. Without a map, there is no time, no contours, nothing to find, only the experience of being what you are, where you are. And even if you suddenly felt deeply lost, you need only remember that your location is known by a something greater and that all you had to do was allow it to find you. You’re always found without a map - and forever on a path trying to find yourself with one.
Life has a way of making it impossible for you to ignore your calling. The job you settle for will end up being harder than walking away from it, the marriage you tolerate will end up being much more painful than leaving it, the vision you have for your life will end up haunting you until you cultivate the courage to flesh it out.