what is coming up for you?
That is the question of the hour for me. The not so secret word of the day.
It’s one that I have become aware of both personally and have encountered in every interaction with most humans- it either comes up naturally, or is brought up by yours truly, during my now online sessions with clients.
I liken it to a snow globe being picked up, shaken, put down, shaken some more, put down, shaken again, then placed back down, to rest for a while. It’s only a matter of time before things get shaken up again, and we know it is coming- we can and rightly so anticipate it. It is after all, a pattern. We may not know when or how, but we know it is inevitable. Even chaos has a shape, a form. So we wait. We accept and we wait. And in the waiting, in this holding pattern, the particles in the snow globe have long since settled and we are able to take up space again. We are able to HOLD space again. And in this shape of held space, we are able to become more aware. More aware of our inner voice, our patterns, samskaras, deeply held beliefs, old and recent, healed and still bloody. Some are obvious- things we have always been aware of and are now more front and center. Others are things we might not have been entirely conscious of, perhaps they live in the boundary between the realm of what is conscious and subconscious, wavering in the property line. And the rest are just now coming to the surface. All are important. All are valid.
And the truth is, we are feeling EVERYTHING more. The hope. The joy. The sorrow. The grief. The COMPOUNDED, REPETITIVE grief. The longing. The disconnect AND the connect.
The beauty. THE BEAUTY.
We are so damn beautiful.
Resilient, so creative, curious, and kind.
And when we are able to “come together” again, to embrace, to physically feel one another again, the compounded beauty and love is palpable. I can taste it. I can feel it’s effervescence on and in my skin.
The beauty. THE BEAUTY.
Today, the beauty is coming up for me. And this song by The Smashing Pumpkins, with these lyrics:
Beautiful, you're beautiful
As beautiful as the sun
Wonderful, you're wonderful
As wonderful as they come
And I can't help but feel attached
To the feelings I can't even match
With my face pressed up to the glass
Face pressed up to the glass, like the glass of a SNOW GLOBE.
Sometimes, things just match up ever so perfectly….what is coming up for you, my friend?
