Disappearing From View

Soul Friend,

Writing these daily emails has been such gift. It's been like waking each morning to discover a basin of fresh water to splash about in, refreshing and cleansing and joyful.

But I've been sensing a shift, a need to plunge more deeply (note the whale in the collage pictured on the altar above) and explore the sort of underlying oceanic currents that both explain how I/we've gotten to where I/we are and may suggest where future nourishment awaits. I really do want— as Neil Douglas-Klotz translates Jesus' words from the beatitude "Blessed are the merciful...."—  to, "shine from the deepest place in [my body]."

I am sensing that there is something larger that wants to come into view and I now must devote more energy to that. So, all that to say, I am signing off for a bit, or maybe my posts will become erratic. I'll just sense it day by day.

I heard through the grapevine that  some of you got a bit concerned (thank you, and I'm sorry!) when I didn't post the day after my trip to the Atlas mountains, so I don't want anyone worrying if you don't hear from me for a bit. 

Just one last thing before I go. A gift I received on my day in the Atlas mountains was from my guide, Radouane. The hike to the summit was steep (my fitness app said I climbed 226 flights!), but from the start Radouane insisted we just go slowly. Normally one to lead the charge on a hike, even if I'm not the most fit hiker, I surrendered to following right behind Radouane. He often moved more slowly than was my inclination.  It was like each step was a meditation. At times I'd feel my own desire to push, to hurry a bit, but then I'd take a deep breath, and wonder, "What's your hurry, Lorilyn?"

Western culture is always in a rush and I've internalized this. Undoing this dynamic won't be done in a day, or a week, or even a month, if ever. But I'm practicing pause, checking in with myself, "How am I feeling? Do I need to move more slowly? Why am I rushing about?"

Soul Friend, maybe this resonates with you, too. Maybe give yourself permission to go slowly, to understand slowly, to become new slowly, to re-emerge slowly.

I remain with you, in Love, and for Love,

Lorilyn