Dear Anie,

You have now entered the period of time in your life when everything, and nothing, is as it seems. There will be moments of reflection, harking back to when your youngest babe was so fresh and new and you were confused and crying and seeking direction. You found it in her care and that of her sisters. They need you then and they need you now but it is all the same and entirely different.
There will be moments of wondering what is next, even though next is happening to you right then and there. There will be moments of clarity when the path is lit with greatness, nothing can be undone and all is well lit and beautiful.
The lights go out. They always do.
But then they come on again, begging for you to center yourself and quickly, pivot to find the danger, seek the light and comfort you can. Maybe you bake a cake, call a friend or stand still for a moment, sending your heart out to anyone who will listen even the daily customer who just walks close enough that you feel him and he takes a load off, Anie.
You will question everything and hope every so often to be reassured that the question has an answer you don’t need to question. Is there milk at home? Are my babies safe and warm? Do I need water or coffee or just a bathroom break?
The meaning of life will insert itself randomly and without cause or warning. Be ware, this. It will try to evoke meaning and adhere you to its stricture. It will try to get you off the path of truly not knowing and onto the path of what has seemed right for others, in the past. But those are ethereal, holograms of truth. No one ever knows if law school or a bakery is the right answer. Let the beads decide.
Even then, is it your own energy that pulls them to the very hand that holds the yellow bead? You won’t ever know. None of us will. How much wine is too much to hold you up right now? How many tears will you cry before the taps are dry for the evening? How many things must you discard in seeking light and space before it begins to feel as though you have undressed and cannot even find the you that you thought you were a day, an hour, 10 minutes ago. You are not in that box ready for the donation bin. You are you, strong and true. You get to keep pouring energy into the vessel that you want to become.
Do not stray from this mission. It is long and hard and has no end. You are becoming you every step of the way. Iteratations, new versions, sleep, endless nights, wild thoughts and familiar ones as well side by side. Take them all in, filter them like the whale eats his food and let the rest go back out into the world, feeding another hungry soul the food that you don’t need. The food you need is you. You are all you need.

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