August 9, 2024
Hello there,
Whew, have I struggled for words this week.
A struggle that when I slow down is really a call to depth.
Let's see where the call leads, shall we?
1.
The quest for words includes having no words. Honoring the time of no words is a practice of trusting the well of generative creativity. And so I allow the fallow space of no words
that only feels like an empty well.
2.
If you also find yourself in a fallow place, trust fertility and regeneration are happening. The well will fill again. It will.
3.
But for
now, let the space signal a time of receptivity and longing.
4.
Let your longing be like water. Let it flow to places unknown. Let it carry you into the deeper well where words are not yet formed.
To the well of your belonging.
To the mystery.
To the sacred ground of your becoming.
5.
And now, a blessing for your week:
