Giving Space for Time

A new year has trickled through the pipes and moistened the sands of time. Almost like the tears of grief that stream down my cheeks when I least expect it. Breathe easy, sip slow. Let life shine through the curtains and bless you again. Share and rejoice in growth, sit in stillness. Give permission to your spirit to take the wheel. Just when you had to prune almost all of your vines, newborn bulbs appear like magic. After a frigid winter, even when you think the soil is deserted, fresh greenery thrives once more. The warmth wakes us up from a cold slumber we thought would never end.

Last January to date, I wrote a love letter vowing to cease being mean to myself. This year I’ve come to find that there is another aspect I must leave in the past. Shame. I’ve shamed myself for loving, coping, crying, quitting, hurting, and trying, to mention a few. My old world pushed me to get better under a time constraint, to keep a brave face and push forward without regard to my true feelings- shaming myself for the mere acknowledgment. The formative years trained me to disregard emotion as if it were a shameful display of fragility. Today, I will no longer let pre-programmed discomfort lead me in my most challenging phases. As the title says, I intend to give space for time to flourish. There is no race to finish, no more suppression to force. I am free to be.

I can’t listen to the only Sticky Fingers song in my library.