i have grown to appreciate the (harsh) yet gracious invitation winters in maine are for my very being
a time to go inside, slow down, notice, digest, reflect, and take note of the view i have from the door of my particular life at this point in time
how am i seeing the world and my place in it and responsibility to it?
and who is this that i see looking back at me in the reflection looking out?
…being and becoming……impermanent and embodied…strong and fragile…brave and timid…joyful and knowing great grief…awake and asleep…attempting and hesitating…succeeding and failing…free and stuck…and everything in between.
kindness, (sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce) is what seems to carry the key to unlock this heart.
it invites me to keep leaning in and opening vs. closing down and hiding…which is indeed tempting (and sometimes necessary:)
they do beckon a certain kind of reckoning with the way things are and our place in it…suffering begging for our attention, in the worlds inside and around us…pain is inescapable…
it requires much courage and much practice to not be drowned by the voices of fear that whisper false promises and to stand from this place and say, not in my house, not in my neighborhood, not in my community, not in my world! Here, the ethic and invitation is love!
some may call me naive and wonder how i can sustain looking though the rose colored window that love is the answer…but i have faith in the resiliency, strength, and capacity for love in our world and in each of us and meeting each other from that place…and i think reminding each other that we are not alone is a good start.
i sincerely hope that you know much courage and love on your way, fellow traveler
whoever and however you are
sending blessings from my household to yours along your way