Sensual Stability

by Kayce S Hughlett

I am a thread follower, a dream weaver, a time bender. Today, the crows have left me bones, my husband brought me chocolate, and my children danced around this day of the mother in their own unique ways. I’ve pondered the idea of roots beneath our feet and stars beneath the roots beneath our feet. I’ve played with Rilke’s quote that “the future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us long before it happens,” alongside the notion that offering thanks in advance of actually receiving something we desire is a magical, sacred act.

And then I took a nap, hoping that these threads would weave themselves into a cogent blog post while I was sleeping. {LOL} Perhaps they have. Perhaps not.

I ponder: Can this be enough? I ask myself that often these days.

I wonder if writing a fairytale to process a harsh interaction is all I need do to mend the rift? Are marks on a page in my art journal sufficient expression? Is a stroll around the block the medicine I need for my soul? Is the novel I’m reading actually filled with brilliant wisdom? The questions flow in, through, and around me. I wonder if the same happens for you?

Is this part of becoming an elder? Sitting with the questions. Watching the thoughts swirl. Listening to bird song and grass grow. Can that be enough? Today, I say “yes, it can.” How about you? What say you in this season of blossoming and growing roots? What thoughts fill your days? ?