Last week while traveling, my partner and I were evacuated from one of the fires raging in central California.
It was a wild and heartbreaking experience, but there was one moment that has stayed with me:
As the fire raged nearby, jumping canyons and coming closer, and ash rained from the sky, the land beneath me and the air around me was stiller and quieter than anything I had experienced before.
While we experienced chaos, the land beneath us was still.
My Mind has been raging lately; spinning thoughts and reflections, essays and posts written & rewritten before being discarded. How do words capture this time? How can this Mind even attempt to make sense of it all?
Underneath, though, my Body and Soul aches for me to come into the stillness below.
Last week Fire showed me that we have so very little control right now... my human thoughts and words feel quite feeble when the Earth is speaking a language of 1 Million Acres consumed in a week's time.
...yet, there is an invitation to surrender into the stillness below.
There is a space of quiet available
in our Bodies, our Souls, our Land, our Collective.
Going there is against everything we've been taught. Softening into that space may feel like the most dangerous thing we've ever done.
It's the one thing we haven't yet tried, though. Perhaps there is something to be found there. Maybe there is a different way.
I'm here to support if you'd like to practice softening into that quiet, still space. I'm here to connect if you are looking to navigate these times in a different way.
Big love, stay with it...