09/12/2020
The sweet days of summer are slipping away. They have stained me, etched memories on my heart, that I will carry forever. Those Covid summer days, slow and deliberate. We made our way, carving space for what we needed; holding on to what is so precious, letting go of the certainties and excess fears that would swallow us. The other day, I watched my child scaling the branches of a tree on the beach with such swiftness, intensity and abandon. Neo climbed higher and higher, enraptured. It nearly took my breath away to watch. I knew that he knew where his feet were. That somewhere in between ground and sky, he would keep reaching for new heights, testing out new branches and soaking up new views, until the need for solid earth under his feet called him back; until he wanted arms around him, as he found his way, or asked to be chartered there. We are all on a climb, a journey out on a limb in between the elements and what roots us, through the fears of falling and falling deeply into the moment. We are what we grow in the deepest chambers of our heart, and deeper still, what has always grown there. The spirit of resilience in a child is breathtaking. The primal force that drives play, exploration and discovery, passionate and fierce. And the will and instinct toward freedom, autonomy, justice and purity of love, nothing short of inspiring and revolutionary. Every day I scale new heights and defy old boundaries because of you. You, have carried me, through the ether and delusions of my own self-limiting beliefs back to the solid and unconditional embrace of Our Mother. I release what holds me back so that you may scale new heights, and soar. So that when you look back, or don’t look back, or look within, or look around you, you can always see yourself, a true reflection of the love and light that you are. You light the way and lead us forward. My heart is your home and always lit for you.💛