A Whole New Level of Living

Initiations can be ugly and hard, but they're always ripe with beautiful gifts.

I’ve always said that if I’m not writing, something has gone wrong.

And lately, I haven’t been writing... not really, not like I used to.

I’ve certainly tried.

The number of things I’ve started with “it’s been hard to write lately” is high. The number of things that ended after that sentence (or maybe a few more) is equally as high.

Writing has been a challenge.

Finding words has felt impossible at times.

Expressing what’s going on internally just isn’t happening.

And while I’ve always said that if I’m not writing, something has gone wrong, I think that maybe, this time, several somethings might be actually going right.

While a lot of challenging stuff has been happening this year, things are also shifting internally at levels I’ve craved for years—some back into place after loss and trauma stole me from myself, and some into new terrain altogether. Activations happening on a cellular level that I can’t give words to, but I can feel the importance of.

It’s a homecoming I never knew I needed.

Or maybe I did, but I’d forgotten about it until now.