There is so much more to my shadow than I can ever write about. Looking at my shadow–things hidden and things I choose to carry–I feel overwhelmed and grateful.
The truth of it is I you.
I how very much I need you and feel connected to you in lights and shadows and baggage. I love–and simultaneously feel really frustrated–by how consumed I am by multiple-muse-generated ideas about how we might could play and imagine and co-create and dance and write, sing, make and live our new story together. And yet all I can do is what is possible each 24 hours, every lunar cycle.
If time is my friend, why do I DAILY feel like I have so much more in me I was supposed to give?!
Pace myself, darling. Be kind to myself, dear love.
This month I received many gifts and lessons: endings and beginnings. I was reminded of the tremendous power one decision makes to our personal direction and narrative.
My heart remains flooded with ideas from the Appalachian State Expressive Arts Intensive that so many of you made possible for me … so many gifts (seeds) because of you. (I wish there were two of me so I could find time this summer to activate some ideas carving me out.)
But for now, my amazing children are out of school for our 5-week summer. I belong to them more than they EVER will belong to me. (Oh beloved Kahlil, your words become me.)
I send this flutter of words out like a me-shaped smoke signal, intending a giant virtual hug, to cheer YOU on in everything and in every way you are climbing up steep hills, and for every precious choice YOU make. We are connected. ♥