When love is true.

There is something magical about pausing to reflect on life.

And, since just before the solstice I have done just that – taken in the bounty of this last year of days. I like the solstice because it feels to me like the natural completion of one cycle moving into the next and the feeling, the energy of that deep darkness is so potent, especially as the magic of the holidays moves its alchemy through – however it brings.

What I noticed is a deep shedding of old and a remembrance of what’s always true. The deep, rich, goodness of Me sometimes forgotten, yet always true. When I engage in the struggles, there is a falling away of old ideas of hopelessness, and in the face of that reality a realization of truth and an ability to be with that. Noticing that in those realities I begin to know and see me. That I have ability there beyond the projection of what my mind thought. And the opportunity to clear old grief and open to an awakening of present time. Again and again. Being with the parts that freeze in life’s challenges, learning to hold them. Turning toward slow. Learning and listening well beyond. Building a foundation of body and practice. Understanding generosity.

More willing to engage

Like a plant stretching toward the sun.

A willingness to be with and see the opportunities presenting that I didn’t know, I knew how to be.

There is so much life here. Opening.

Way beyond my mind’s conception. I commit to that this year. Trusting. Opening. Thriving.

Knowing that I am coming into me.

Teach me.