Hi,
I'm going to take a moment to arrive here and you're welcome to do the same.
Something I've been sitting with is how often we're encouraged to be somewhere else,
Further along,
More certain,
More resolved,
And yet there's so much happening right where we are,
Even in the moments that feel ordinary or messy or unresolved,
Like a field between seasons,
Not bare,
Not blooming,
Just quietly holding what hasn't shown itself yet.
I notice how easy it is to treat the present as something to get through rather than something to be with,
As if we're always trying to get there,
To the clearing,
The arrival,
The moment when things finally make sense,
Instead of standing here now where the ground is already holding us.
I'm learning that there's a difference between preparing for what's next and letting go of what's here,
Between reaching forward and accepting what is and letting the rest gently fall away.
If you're in a place that feels incomplete,
I hope you can let yourself be there without judgment.
If this resonates,
You're not alone in it.
Thank you for being here with me.