At times, our reference points will be taken away, with nothing given to replace them. What was so clear just a few days ago has fallen out of reach. The relationship we thought would be there forever, the creativity and meaning in our work, our deepest insights and realizations—recycled in the activity of the vast.
The solid ground where we once stood has disintegrated underneath us, sending us spiraling through space. We were so sure we were beyond all this, that we had transcended the vulnerability, moved beyond confusion, and come into a state of certainty and safety. But the beloved has no interest in these things, only in the unfolding of these hearts, as vessels in which love can fully come alive here.
Between the worlds, burning up, longing for an end to the contradictions. We have found ourselves in the liminal, but how do we rest there? Where is the promised healing, transcendence, and resolution? How could we be asked to bear more, to surrender more? It can seem that we are falling apart, but were we ever together to begin with? Or were we always something more vast, more whole, and more majestic that all that?
Slow way down. Breathe deeply from your lower belly. Feel your feet in the mud of the earth. Sink into the womb of now. For just this moment, set aside the need to understand, to figure it all out, or to replace this moment with another. Today may not be the day for answers, but to let your heart break open to the vastness of the question.
Look up into the new summer sky. Lay your hands on your heart and attune to what is really happening here: There are blues coming into existence that have never made their way into this dimension. There are oranges, reds, and purples that have been sent to remind us of the rarity and outrageousness of one human heart, birds bringing sounds from the other world.
Stay right here. Don’t move from this moment. Open your senses. Listen. Receive. Everything that has ever happened, and everyone you have ever met, has led up to right here, and right now.