Doorways Traveler
Doorways Traveler

looking back to now.

Cherry trees
desert trees, canon rebel xti, march 2009

in thought and conversation this week, the topic of gratitude for this moment has been ripe. good things always–gratitude, being present–practices to hold tight to at any time. what i am overwhelmingly aware of that is different this week is a change, or a deepening, of my understanding of what this means. that in being present and grateful for this moment, i am thus grateful for the presence of every moment that came before. every sticky tangled bit of it. and grateful for the me at each and every age and stage that made the choices to navigate this way and that, even when it didn't always feel good. even when there was doubt. even when, in hindsight, i'd wished i'd done differently. because, to be here, now, all that preceded had to happen. i am feeling a rush of love for the wisdom of the five and ten and sixteen and twenty-five year old me who did the best she could. opened the doors in front of her, and, in the evolution that followed, attracted amazing beings into my life and set the stage for me to authentically show up in this moment.

 wow.
i've been bathing in this paradigm shift for the past couple of weeks. and what i am experiencing as i splash around in it, is that  i am allowing myself to feel deserving of the life i am in and the company i keep. and from there, i am really taking it all in. my life is blessed and precious and i am in amazing company. from the phenomenal bloggers and artists out there that  i am beginning to dialog with off these pages, to my devoted and brilliant partner, rock-star children and the beaming lights that i get to call my friends and community. 

i took this soft appreciation with me as i went  last night to a planning meeting to address a wonderful cause that i care very much about (to be shared later). and there were some very special people there. as i sat in this room, i took in the faces and gazes of women who have been huge catalysts in my life. among them were one of my most treasured friends, who has provided endless inspiration artistically, intelligently, inquisitively and gracefully. and then there was my midwife, my therapist and my first employer and mentor. seriously. all in the same room. as i heard the ambitious announcer in my head say "THIS IS YOUR LIFE!" i had a moment of reckoning that i am truly arriving, and that these women are a reflection of that. because no longer did i feel separate from them, uncomfortable or aspiring, but rather i really felt into the ease of my authentic self that has taken 38 years of chosen moments to arrive in the same room with them. the true self that belongs where she is, has traveled toward the beauty of connection with these dear inspiring  souls, and is clearly on the right path. 

and as i drove home, i marvelled at the peace and gratitude i felt for the wisdom and grace it took to get me there. 

comments


  • .kat.:

    Reading your words, is
    like reading pure poetry.
    Such a wonderful post,
    accompanied by such a
    beautiful photograph.
    ~from a fellow Unraveller


  • Laurel:

    that’s right sister, you belonged there, and not only that, there is a sh*tload of work to do- I NEED you! Your big heart and big brain are needed.
    loving the delicate beauty of your art and words, i love seeing what is unfolding, good work my friend, keep it coming.


 

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