Birth
I find myself sitting here in the candlelight while writing this. The semi-darkness and the total silence of 3.33am is just what seems to be needed for this birth right now. Today, I heard myself saying, "There's no birth without death, and no death without birth." I was realising this awesome truth in a moment of realness with reference to my own life. I am making choices. Or, rather, it feels like the choices are making me. Birth feels like this to me, "If I don't do this, I'll die." It has this level of intensity, of pressure. Maybe this is why I am writing and birthing right now during the spaciousness of the night? So that there is room. Room for the expansion. Room for my thoughts, for my being, without the chatter and clutter of life. I experience personal transformation like squeezing through a portal, the birth canal of life. It's not that I mentally plan what the new life is going to look like, exactly. I definitely try to. ...