Between carrying things that weigh you down, which, by the way, you didn’t even know you were carrying until one horrid moment of illuminating insight, and the act of setting them gently down on the ground, there is confusion.
How did this happen?
Between setting them down, and feeling relief, there is gravity.
Decomposing. Folding in. Heavy. Sinking. Tired. Lost. I’m forgetting something, oh…wait, I put that down.
Between feeling relief, and lightness, there are chaos, and uncertainty.
Scattering. Who am I? Numb it. Grasp this, and that. Get away from me. Wait, come closer. I need something/nothing/everything.
Between lightness, and the wholeness of integration, there is exuberance.
Celebration. The flowers! Life is great! I am free! This is the real me!
Between integration, and the next insight, there are peace, and quiet, and ordinary.
Roots driving deeper.
At each step, rest and protect yourself. Try to grasp only at things that will mend you in this raw state. Life-affirming. Honor your mistakes. And protect yourself from the outside influences of others, who might judge you harshly, distracting you from your evolution. And yes, shut in, if you must, but always reach out for light, like the soft tendrils of a newly unfolding plant, reach.
