I can count on one hand the times when I have bolted upright in bed in a state of clarity that allows me to receive and preserve a dream’s message.
Last night’s dream came through my gut as I sat, alert, in the darkness.
Gravity. That was the message. It makes perfect sense.
Over the past year, I prepared for 2020 as if readying myself for a mission. I have mythologized the new year and decade with individual and collective narratives of hope and optimism.
Today, in the last hours of 2019, I am a racehorse at the gate and confidently ready.
I cannot be distracted with the usual New Year’s lists for self-improvement that get lost in the margins of the calendar’s first months.
Gravity, in all its meanings, is my resolution.
The new year pulls me to the ground with its weighty balance of solemnity and promise. As I prepare for an empty nest, I am calling back the parts of me that I let scatter, flotsam-like, within the decades of parenting and too much doing. There is a lean muscularity and precision in the new configuration. It has density.
I am returning to the things that are real – family, friends, community, and the earth.
I want to live in full embodiment – to feel my feet on the ground, see the faces of the people I love, work shoulder to shoulder for a common purpose, and be guided by my head, heart, and senses.
It is serious work. It takes sacrifice and discipline.
I feel the gravity.
“The trouble is, you think you have time.” Buddha
Endnote: The picture is of my husband’s Christmas dinner fortune cookie message.
Happy New Decade EB! I look forward to reading many more of your lovely, insightful essays. ❤️
Happy new decade, friend. I love you.
Well done! I would only add that the gravity of embodiment will be held in the lightness of being. Less doing, less thinking, less planning. More love.
Happy New Year, Kathy. For me, at this moment in time, I am more curious about the density of embodiment. This year is about summoning back my focus and intentions before I can feel the lightness. It’s a paradox, I know, but for me, the lessons have been found in the contradictions. I love you.