Where will the winding path take us?
We might begin by going down to what’s been hidden. We go to the boiling depths. Pry open the sealed tomb. Invite out the parts of ourselves that have been relegated to the corners. We look into the mirror at our own tear-streaked faces and we don’t turn away.
Under
Now we remember that we have it in us to soar to the heights. Our limbs are stiff, our hearts shuttered. We practice unfolding. Take it in bit by bit. Realize that we are worth this goodness, this grandness. In actuality our capacity is boundless.
Over
Obstacles meet us: a rushing river, deep gorge, raging wildfire. We are torn, wounded, exhausted, but we do have resources. We collect them around us and keep moving. The only certainty is that once we get to the other side, we will be different.
Through
