"You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope." ~ Thomas Merton
We've been physically isolating for maybe six weeks now. The discussions swirl here in Canada about when we'll be able to go out more. Speculation continues about when the rules will become more flexible.
I've been struggling and digging deep.
I've had a tough week. I have old, unresolved pain that's been sitting in the pit of my stomach for a very long time. It's old. It's not a new feeling. Sometimes it's so tight I can't breathe. Sometimes it makes me clench my jaw so tight. I've been holding on to something but it doesn't serve me anymore.
I keep standing in it. I stand steadfast and go deeper. It's dark and scary but I'm grateful to be here and grateful to have help.
I have much gratitude for this bridge in time.
What I've discovered is that there's a beautiful inner music that plays inside of all us.
It can take your own breath away and it can level us to tears.
It's in the raindrops that tap on a tin roof like someone taking dictation on an old typewriter.
The sound is Mother Nature's way of drumming out the cryptic messages we're meant to interpret.
It's a place where noise settles and it takes you to a place of worth and peace.
It's a place where you approach people for genuine connection, not validation.
It's the route to us.
All who loiter here are not lost.
This world mothering spirit tell us we belong.
She tells us, we belong to ourselves.