I cherish my morning walks in the hills. At this time of year, I am really soaking in the feeling of Fall on these walks- in the quality of the sunlight, the leaves changing and falling, the smells in the cooler air. Seeing coyotes and hawks and quails and oaks and bays and acorns. The other day- walking between the sun on one side and the moon on the other, between gentle hills and Mount Diablo on one side and the blue waters of the bay and Mount Tamalpais on the other- I began to think about the spaces between. This season is often felt to be a bittersweet season between worlds, between the worlds of ancestors and the living, harvesting and letting go, gratitude and grief, mystery and knowing, fragility and always.
Here, in the spaces between, is possibility.
In the spaces between and within our cells, there is possibility for healing and transformation.
In the space between and within our breaths, lives deep peace, lives hope.
I know many of us are feeling some understandable anxiety right now, and I hope this note can serve as a reminder to breathe, to find the spaciousness in each precious moment, and to feel your feet on the ground, warmth and safety in your belly. To offer yourself some tender generosity. To find solace and comfort and hope and deep peace, in the spaces between and within our breaths and the spaces between and within our cells. And in these tumultuous times, to know that as we excavate layers of worry, fear, anger and grief, a huge Love is revealed- burnished, glowing, uncontainable, shining strong in our hearts, a steady compass and ever present companion. May it bring a revolution~evolution of healing and wholeness.