We are coming out of Winter (the inbetween season) and approaching Spring (the season of New Life). The space between death and new life can be still or tumoltuous depending on your relationship to change.
Death doesn’t have to be suffering but it often is. The body has learned to fight and survive. It wants to hold on. Change and transition is inevitable and the longer we hold on the more painful the process becomes.
Lean into breath and let go.
I am thinking of this while sitting near the water, watching the waves crash against the structures created to contain it. Water doesn’t try to control and it can’t be controlled. It moves as it needs to.
Rapidly, slowly, back and forth, still when necessary.
I am getting back in touch with my water, with my flow. A deep intuitive part that I have disconnected from after facing traumas, transitions and coming into a rerooting season. I wish letting go was easier for me, it’s starting to be. Little by little. Step by step. I have a history of holding on to things much longer than they serve me, including past selves.
I am a ghost in an old place, hiding in plain sight. Desiring new life but the spirit is slowly moving through the in between, the space between death and birth. Breathe deep and be patient, friends. You are not alone in your transition.
See you on the other side.
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I too have a history of holding on to the people and things I love longer than I should. I’m working on honoring myself and recognizing seasons so I can let go with ease. It’s so so difficult sometimes.