Musings on language, growth and and the uncertainty that comes with a new cycle (rebirth).

I like to look up words in the dictionary to make sure that they are worth keeping or tossing out for a more precise word. It’s the communicator, the writer, and the witch in me that recognizes the intentionality of each word I use that is like a wand to my spell and shapes the perception of my reality.

I’ve noticed how my own language has changed over the years, how certain words just don’t resonate anymore.I also notice how the language of the collective is changing too, how we’re asked to reassess the meanings of the words we use and create new ones, if needed.

These past weeks have been intense. Big scale shifts in my internal world have helped me to recognize that there is a new focus in my work. My body and psyche have been recalibrating and moving with this new current; When fear comes up, and it absolutely does, I take a pause and honor it, knowing that contractions are a natural part of the birth process.

It’s not a surprise that the theme of this month’s Creative Moment, my monthly creative series on Instagram Live, was: tending to our courageous sprout.

The creative prompt invited the participants to feel into the metaphor of the fresh as it pushes through the Earth, working diligently against gravity as it leaves what it knows behind and reaches upward toward its full expression.

I’ve been reflecting on my own little sprout, how full of grace and beauty it’s journey is even if (sometimes) it’s uncomfortable and uncertain.

I’m also honoring the shell that’s been a home for my seed for the winter season, recognizing how I relate to death and grief in my body. How the trajectory of my life is always changing, moving, shifting, showing me what’s there to hold, honor and release.

I’m noticing that the shell has become too small for my being, the vitality I am willing to cultivate in this chapter of my life. The clothes just don’t fit as they used to and now I am asked to step into another costume until, I imagine, there are no more costumes to wear and I fully embody the actualization of my soul.

It’s all a process. It’s all a practice of tending to what is coming up.

Community helps a lot, to be witnessed in love and offered grace in kind words and affirmation. It is a privilege to be witnessed like this and it’s also painful to understand that you can’t be witnessed by everyone. The witness must be trustworthy, to hold your heart as a reflection of your truth.

One thing I reach for when I feel uncertain or the liminal space (between seasons or projects), I imagine that I am a tree reaching her branches higher and higher to get to the warmth of the Sun. 

The affirmation that the (literal and figurative) Sun can provide also showed up in my creative prompt, offering nourishment to my courageous sprout. The sprout is my own beautiful expression reaching for what it knows it needs. 

This little drawing feels like a prayer.

May your sprout feel supported and warmed by the light of the Sun, knowing that the uncertainty that growth can feel is part of the shift that each seed makes on the path to its greatest expression. 

And may you know that you are not alone.