Here

The present, presents itself in every next breath we take, in every next thought, action, word we speak. It really is the only place we have the opportunity to fully exist. To fully embody the human experience.

I see the faint outline of a mountain silhouette as I draw back the curtains in my room. I peek out the window and say hi to the moon and Orion in the sky, still governing the last of night. I love this early morning gentle light.

Candles are lit for the bedroom and the kitchen, easing the transition of the soul from sleep state to awakened senses, alert and ready for the day. The click of the gas stove, flame ignites, the sound of the water warmed with life. Cup of coffee in a glass jar. A momentary pause. Quietly entwined in my own everyday mannerisms are some of the habits of those I love. Life is so beautiful when the quiet isn't so loud I think to myself.

Life lately has asked of me to be a scholar in being. To deep dive into discomfort, overwhelm, nervous system dysregulation. The underbelly of humanness we keep in the shadows, in the corner of the room out of view and just out of reach from the light spilling in. Shedding skin. Like a snake through its seasons. Growth leaves no room. A required renewal.

By now the sky has turned blue, the aloes are in view and the sunbirds are celebrating yet another day. Today. To (move towards, face, approach) day (the light).

I don't think we need to constantly be in the light in order to be here. Moving towards the light might take moving through the dark. Day comes, night falls. It is the way of the land and the way of those connected to it. The scariest part of life is the unknown because we have no way of controlling it, braving facing every moment as it comes, breathing it in with all the capacity of ones lungs, I'm realizing that pain and pleasure are friends.

To being here.

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