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Though it existed at the center of my life for a long time, I stopped touching my cards until very recently. Now feels like the time to bring them back into my practice. The Father archetype calls duality forward, asks for the embrace of humble connection, and reminds us of our fallibility.
At this point in the year it becomes more difficult for me to digest life in all its complex remarkability.
This week, many will take stock of the tides that they rode, that washed over them, that wiped them out.
Often, we aren’t kind or celebratory of ourselves despite the likelihood that we accomplished something in the last 300 days. I am not an outlier. I can admit it is very difficult to say I accomplished so much this year.
For me, the apex of the year offers me an extra layer of self-scrutiny, screaming endings and beginnings. As the clock strikes midnight on New Years Eve, my birthday is suddenly tomorrow. With the year, so too goes my previous age.
Naturally as I get older, this point in time becomes more wrought with confusion or clarity depending on where I stand in my life. While I am satisfied to be growing more divinely beautiful, I grow increasingly more concerned and worried about a future that is uncertain. I wish to see the unforeseeable. I wish to know the unknowable. Life moves forward whether we need a break or not. We don’t know what might happen. This year I am choosing to believe that — however hard it may be — offering love
and guidance
and peace
and lightness,
encouragement and kindness
to both past and future me is the only way I will survive the test of time.
I wish to say,
I am here little one, with you through it all
and
Look at all She accomplished this year! Watching Her grow is magical
and
How enthralled are you for the possibility, the blossoming of this coming year?
and
Your belief in yourself is paramount
Instead of lamenting, why don’t I cheer for myself? I am only human. I contain duality galore. This is what The Father tells us. We are neither gods nor kings. We are but fallible, flawed beings who are capable of climbing the tallest mountains, yes. We can descend to deep canyons, yes. But all the while, we are trapped within our minds, and pinned under the weight of the world. Sometimes we must disappear into ourselves and rest.
No matter how difficult it is in practice, gentleness is essential to our survival. It is all we have.
In 2023, please hold fast to anything and everything that makes your knees feel like jelly, that ignites a spark, that brightens your eyes, that makes your mouth water, that terrifies you.
I really did accomplish so much this year.
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Inspired by The Father:
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
His Stillness by Sharon Olds
The Little Boy Lost by William Blake
Daughters by John Mayer
In passing
Beautifully said ❤️