this week i get to be a student again. it’s always part of what’s happening, i am always learning. there are teachers everywhere…and then there are those moments when you explicitly get to sit in a room and say ‘i don’t know’, or, ‘i can’t hold this’. in this room, i get to not know, to ask, to furiously scribble down things my teachers say, to let go of time, to trust the container to hold us, to even hold me.
i don’t know how to expand time the way i want.
i don’t know how to love without obsessing over future grief.
i don’t know if i can be any less selfish and complete my mission.
does everyone think of themselves as a microcosm of the planet?
is it a privilege to feel? is it the most universal human experience to feel? both at the same time?
what is enough?
what do we deserve? why does the creator give us so much more than that?
why is it so easy to see the miraculous in others, and so hard to see it in myself? thank goddess i can feel more than i’ll ever see.
this week it’s my birthday and i gave myself the gift of returning to my student self. i feel happy and loved and connected and abundant and there’s nothing i need that isn’t in reach, and i can still learn so much more.