Well of Being

I rose for the sunrise this morning. Plunging my warm body into the cold, still sea. A solstice honouring of my deep and dark places. A living prayer, to be set free.

I do not intend to live this life, looking only at what wants to be seen. I wish to involute in, out and in again — to be fed by the great well of being.

My heart longs to be vast yet supple. Courageous yet serene. All parts me loved. All parts of me seen and unseen.

I long for what moves, to move through me. To tend to this body’s ache with awe. The desire for wisdom to become me, not wait for heaven’s door.

I will tend to my heart daily. I will slow dance with shadow and romance. I will drink in this precious life until it is no longer. I am living now — not waiting for a second chance.

Love,
Alanna