some mornings...

January 8, 2022

We sit in this bath and we allow ourselves to soothe.

We breathe deeply in…..

And out….. 

And finally we don’t run from this pain. 

We meet sensations with wonder and awe 

We make the bed some mornings 

And leave it a mess others

Honoring ritual and 

Honoring rest 

Honoring this mess 

Putting a slow motion click on the mind chatter— Laying them all out like clothes on a line 

For the sun to beam down on and alchemize back into the wisdoms of the dead, waiting to get through. 

And, acknowledging this reality as ours too

The fate of an ending,

And the magic that lives in that portal place

Feeling in- here, we remember that the sensations of fear are an illusion, a means of separation from this divinity 

So we breathe deeper in and out

To get closer - perhaps 

To wrap our arms around it, and allowing the warm water to wrap its love around us, too.

(feeling in deeply.

some mornings that in moments even slide into no time.)