Sitting here in this in between space as we go through a journaling process, I realise that I have always been an ‘inbetweener’. I grew up between two villages, on the east coast of Ireland between the land and the sea. I have never ‘belonged’ to a place, a tribe, a concept, always hovering at the edges, dipping in and stepping out as needs be.
Well over a decade ago I sat in a doctor’s office to discuss the surgical procedure that I’d had under general anaesthetic to remove the gnarly endometrial tissue that was in my womb. The most discombobulating side effect of the anaesthetic was that it catapulted me ‘out of my body’ and despite my best efforts I was unable to get back in.
I felt it.
The sap rising in my bones
Just a trickle
But enough to make me turn on the radio
And bop to pop in my living room
So damn grateful for its return
And the aliveness that it brings.
There has been a whole lot of talk of late about Patriarchy and how it is to blame for so much of what is wrong in our world and how we need to stand and indeed march against it
As we step into a new calendar year, I have become acutely aware of the amount of e-mails that I am receiving from people who want me to do something; start this, join that, detox, make resolutions, set goals etc. Dear People of the World, who are leaping head first into 2017,
Got sucked down the rabbit hole of being seen yesterday.
Walked through the land of my egoic mind – needy, clingy, desperate, claustrophobic.
Crossed a bridge into the realm of the soul – desiring, witnessing, yearning, deep presence.