Where do you turn for refuge? Do you take the time to nurture your activated nervous system, your extra tight musculature, your weary mind, and your clenched jaw and guts?
Your soul? Your heart that beats a little faster these days as we grapple with the unfathomable number of mutual truths we’re being asked to juggle? To account for.
Where do you seek your nourishment? Who can you turn to?
I turn to warm tea. And the sun on my skin, when it’s out. I look at the sky and the grass or leaves moving in the wind. I stare into the water and I let it all go silent.
I do have to put my feet on the grass. I hate it. I hate feeling. I love to dissociate. Go far away. Be numb and inert.
But who can parent or live or love from that place?
Do you let love in? When brave, warm, solid love shows up? I struggle with this. Mightily. I’m working on it.
What can you do today to nourish your whole self, mind body and soul?
What confusion and new awareness can you hold, like the youngest infant, and treat it with as much delicate attention? Not swat it away. Not google it away.
It’s hard right now, but it’s always been hard. We know how to do this. We are all doing it together. And not all stories resonate. Can you cheer others on, anyway?
Nothing is as simple as it seems.