At times, our reference points will fall away, revealing a shimmering, pregnant, endarkened void. What we were so clear about just days ago is nowhere to be found.
The relationship we thought would be there forever, creativity and meaning in our work, a body and psyche that would never know anxiety, loneliness, melancholy, or depression… even our deepest insights and realizations – recycled in the activity of the vast.
The solid ground we once took refuge in has disintegrated underneath, sending us into unknown territory. We were so sure we were beyond breaking yet again, but the activity of love is not oriented in the maintenance of the status quo.
It is the nature of all form to dissolve, by way of the alchemical yellowing, so that new forms may emerge.
It can seem that we are falling apart, but were we ever together to begin with? Is that even the right lens from which to approach the mystery? Or were we always something more majestic than all that, so whole that even “brokenness” can be contained inside?
The invitation as always is to slow way down. Breathe deeply from your lower belly. Feel your feet in the mud of the earth. Allow her to hold you.
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 late winter sky.
Something is longing to emerge, in you, as you, as the poetry of your life and as the gifts you will share with others. Lay your hands on your heart. Listen. Receive.
There are blues coming into existence that have never made their way into this dimension. Purples, reds, yellows, and not-yet-known colors that have been sent to remind you of the rarity and outrageousness of one human heart.
Stay right here.
Don’t move from this moment. Open your senses. Step into the mystery. Peer behind the veil. Everything that has ever happened and everyone you have ever met, has led up to right here and right now.
Trust in the fires of disintegration and renewal, and in the sacred timeline that is written within you.
Matt Licata, Psychotherapist and author