For there, just out of sight, is a space where we don’t need to hold things so tightly. Where there is nowhere to fall but into grace.
Where stories of self and others flutter like Autumn leaves, falling, falling to gently decompose as winter turns to Spring and emerge, transformed.
New shoots from the cold hard earth.
And in this ebb and flow of birth and death, of joy and sorrow, we hear another drum beat.
The deep longing expressing itself in sighs and belly laughs.
The longing to turn away from poring over the flotsam and jetsam on the shores of our awareness.
To wade out beyond our depth and dive into the ocean, down, down to the unexplored territory far below the pull of neap and spring tides.
And as we fall into that deep rest, life rises up, greets us and washes us back upon the shore.
To once again sigh and laugh
Rise and fall
Leave go and let this making and unmaking of Life unfold.
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Thank you Juliet for this soulful piece of writing. All is well xx
Thank you for your lovely comment Rebecca, much appreciated.
Beautiful Juliet, absolutely beautiful. i’ve just returned from A&E after falling over my dog and breaking my wrist 🙂 Feels like my soul just reconnected enough to enable me to step back into this moment right now – knowing all is well and this too shall pass! much love xxx
Ah Becky, thank you for sharing your thoughts and wishing you a speedy recovery. So glad this piece resonated for you. There is such relief in knowing we don’t need to know in advance how or why life unfolds as it does. Sending love, Juliet x