Words for Today
A Share from the Community Email, aka the Heart-Letter
Do I have words for today? In this moment I am acutely aware of how "out of practice" I am at writing here. When I started this Heart-Letter in late 2017, it began with me writing to you every week. Each Tuesday to be exact — I would sit and pour out what was on my heart that day.
After about 3 or so years of that, the cadence gradually grew to every other week, to once a month, to once every few months... to 6 months...
Eventually I had to pause entirely.
Writing to you here is more than sharing news, events, and offerings, it has been a practice for me. And just as we ourselves evolve, our practices evolve too. We ebb and flow in and out of what we need. Our expression needs expressing in different forms. And sometimes it's simply a matter of needing to go inward, needing to reassess, or even just needing to give our energy to tilling the soil again for awhile before we can nurture more life.
Have you ever re-potted a plant?
Sometimes when we move the roots to a new environment, the plant goes into shock. It feels disoriented, and may even appear lifeless for awhile. During this time of struggle, the plant needs extra thoughtful care. To survive this transition, it will require the most mindful, loving attention to its needs.
It may even need to replanted a second time.
The last time I wrote an email to the community here was about 15 months ago. And during those months, a whole lot transpired. Let's just say Spirit had me digging up my entire farm's worth of soil, pulling up my roots from deep in the ground and replanting. Then floundering, feeling weak and disoriented, then replanting again. All alongside an increasingly demanding art direction job (that started as a part-time gig), as well as some of the most piercing joys and gut-wrenching losses of my life. This season has required my utmost attention, and some of the fiercest self-loving choices I have ever had to make.
As my nervous system slowly re-calibrates from the shock, and I welcome the arrival of space to integrate the immensity of experiences, I am beginning to notice my roots feeling safe to relax. They tenderly release their grip, cautiously reaching out to feel the sensation of the new soil surrounding them. And as I continue to ensure their safety, and trust in Spirit's plan for me, I fully suspect that in a few months time, when the warmth of Spring blesses us again, my roots will feel strong once more and I will see new life begin to emerge from the soil.
Thank you for allowing me space, and for welcoming me to life again. Keep going. We are meant to be reborn again and again in a lifetime. All is well.
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Is writing one of your forms of expression? Have you been feeling a call or urge to share? Something I've learned about expression, is how much more potent and meaningful it can be for our healing when we allow it to be witnessed. Our Community Journal is wonderful, safe space for you to share your writing, and we are excited to breathe new life into it again in 2025!
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The gal behind Held In The Heart. The Community Journal is a space for those who feel deeply to express freely. We explore all sorts of things here, from the real & raw healing stories & creative writing, to the funny & fleeting moments of everyday human life. I warmly welcome you and invite you to explore with us!