navigating transition -- and staying open.

Sometimes it looks like writhing in pain and knowing that the bed beneath you will support you and hold you. And so you begin to trust, ever so slightly.

Sometimes it looks like asking the tough questions, braving the risks of sounding rude. And smiling knowingly at the literal sore throat that follows. And so you begin to trust, ever so slightly.

Sometimes it looks like letting go of the content and simply noticing the feelings and sensations as they pass through, waiting on the next breath as a signal to carry on with the feeling. And so you begin to trust, ever so slightly.

Sometimes it looks like splaying out in the deep dark trench you've found yourself in, even though you don't see a way out and can't remember that trench existing before that moment and feel as if it must be infinite. Yet, splay messily you do. And so you begin to trust, ever so slightly.


Because staying open and beginning to trust.....they're kind of the same thing, aren't they?

And so you begin to open and trust, ever so slightly.....