Dear Ones,
It’s been a rough and tumble month for me. The spur of the moment trip to empty a storage-unit of treasured belongings left me tired, overwhelmed and fearful.
Meeting myself on edges of ending and beginnings has always challenged my breath, my sleep, my thinking. And yet, in the midst of all of that, there has been heaps of grace and flow; relief and spaciousness; gratitude and laughter.
My body remembers the panic I felt eleven years ago, after stashing things in storage and letting go of my 3500 sq ft home to move into a small camper-van in Australia . The rising panic would come at night. “I don’t have a home.” “I don’t know what is next”. “Think of all the bad things that might happen.”
I feared being a bag lady and living out of my car. Well, there I was. Living our of a car with my things in bags!
“What is the nature of safety?”
My mantra became “You are on planet earth. This is home. You will end up exactly where you are supposed to be.”
“I am always safe. Exactly where I am is exactly where I need to be.”
And here I am again, which is why this poem speaks to me as I return to an updated version of that mantra. You are on planet earth. This is home. You ARE exactly where you are supposed to be”.
In honor of our journeys,
With love,
Sharon
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