The Light
Here’s to the moments in between.
In between doing and rushing, producing and analysing, between moving and sleeping. The brief bits of time that take us in and help us expand into whatever’s happening. Today is one of those in between moments.
Today, the first of a brand new year, I recommit myself to living in the light. Living my truth, the best I can. Recommit to taking each moment as the gift it is and infusing it with hope and sincerity. With kindness and respect toward all living things.
There have been moments, many of them, when shadow stole my thunder, when anxiety and darkness snatched my ability to dream and reach. When the fear was so overwhelming that nothing seemed remotely worth the effort of moving forward. And while I hope those days are firmly in the past, it’s really up to me to take care of myself. Because life throws curve balls. Case in point: 2020.
I met myself on a road in the woods one day. The woman staring back at me had the streaks of stress painted on her face in the form of runny mascara and misplaced lipstick. I took her in my arms and I reminded her that she was deeply loved, and that all that she didn’t have to turn herself inside out to be loveable.
Living in the light is everything. It’s the streaks of sun in the darkness of the dense forest. It’s the glimmer of light on the distant grey ocean that twinkles so bright my eyes hurt. It’s looking at myself and being honest and kind and sincere, just as what I would do for a friend.
It’s taking responsibility for my actions. And forgiving myself for my flaws and mistakes. And allowing myself the time to think about all of this and gain clarity about how to move forward.
It’s about not leaning on religion or propaganda or lies or the thought that other people know more about me than I know. Coming clear with myself is the only way I can hold the hands of others in need of help.
That is my new year’s resolution: to live in the light. To find the light when darkness comes. And to share that light with others.
Happy New Year.