Six Things That Make Me Feel Alive
I’ve been working on an article that keeps shapeshifting and it nearly seems to be evolving alongside me, so I’m going to let it ferment in the quiet dark for a while longer. Let’s see if she ever makes it to the light of Substack day.
This past week has been strange, mycelial, potent, direct, clear, and embedded with oracular dreams. I have witnessed a part of me that I’ve been aware of for at least a decade but unable to fully name. I have honored that part in a way I previously would have found unbearable. I have cradled the emerging and resettling joy of being witnessed solely in my inner territory. I have attempted to tell the story a dozen times and the story, like that emerging part, is still deep in the act of naming itself. So I’m going to let it take its time.
In the meantime, I’ve been consuming rich spiritual food. I’ve been listening, reading, observing, and giving myself to the first pinpricks of Spring - not that the physical season of Spring is anywhere near arriving. In fact, next week we’re supposed to have a low of 18 degrees. We’re only just entering into the dark underworld of Winter. But somehow my bedroom nest in the loft of our house stays warmer than any other room. It’s tucked into a space between realms, I’m sure of it - so psychically clear and oddly shaped and quiet, this room lets me sleep with my window open. I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night to the soft sound of rain and I am never without fresh air or tiny soft tendrils rooting me to the gentle forces of nature. My open window keeps me tethered in the smallest, but most vital of ways. I can’t explain it. I know some of you won’t need me to.
So while we wait to see what my shapeshifting article will decide to become, I have a list of things feeding me right now. It’s not that everything I consume is profound or incredible. I find connection in storytelling of all kinds and typically I tend to realize the little pieces of art and wisdom and joy that find their way to me are often related in some way. Some of it is just fun or stimulating or grounding or full of ease. Some of it is wild or transformative or liberating or stunning. All of it is how I weave awe and joy and change into my life.
So here’s my current list and, if you feel like it, I’d love to hear yours.
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