Time is silent in my life. Yes, there are scheduled zoom meetings and phone calls and chores, but the hours and days breathe into one another. Every inhale and exhale separated by a silent pause of anticipation and wonder, in a continual cycle of awakening. Perhaps the earth has gone retrograde, moving us backwards into ourselves as we revisit all we have created. Perhaps we are living in a time machine, one that bends time and space around us as we enter and transform in our own chrysalis
While my view of the future slowly shifts moment by moment, my view of yesterday has become crystal clear. Why did I cry when I lost something I no longer needed? Why did I cling to tattered romanticized memories that did not serve me? What was the use of any of that old empty anger or resentment? I have everything I need now, and it is clear that what I do not have I do not need. The future feels like a softly rotating kaleidoscope displaying previously hidden colors and themes.
Perhaps like the caterpillar I have turned into a liquid as I let my body reform around my wings. I will emerge from this time so very different than who I was when I entered. Joyfully, deliberately, and purposefully different, I will flex new wings and become a force of nature.