Masks, nipple rings, and freedom
Dear reader,
When I don’t know where to begin, I start with the facts.
Today is genuinely beautiful. Sunny, warm, breezy — a perfect spring day. Work is slow. Juulia made a delicious lemon loaf that I can’t stop thinking about (I did, in fact, just get another slice). The town I live in finally created a compost drop-off and it’s a less-than-5-minute walk from my house, across the pond. I’m so excited to drop off my compost later today.
I’ve been consistent with my morning practices—meditating at the altar, lighting a candle + setting daily intentions, morning pages—for longer than I have been in years & it feels amazing.
It’s funny; in the past, when I tried to meditate every day, I would always fall off of the practice because it felt boring and crunchy. Who knew that all I needed to do was stop trying so hard to make it stick & instead just allow it to stick, naturally and when it was ready to?
I’ve been thinking and writing a ton about doing vs. being vs. allowing.
I am most certainly in the being phase—slowed down, not trying to do or fix. Just letting myself be. I love it here.
There have been moments, though, that I’ve touched the allowing phase—full surrender, letting life move me and move through me. It feels like a whole other level of the game.