The first thing I read when I woke up today was this:
“This week, I experienced a trauma that collapsed my story of self, yet a new story has not yet emerged. Charles Eisenstein calls this ‘the space between stories.’ Many of us are in this space between stories right now, when you feel lost, ungrounded, dislocated, as if your roots have been pulled up and you’re not quite sure where to land. Everything you thought you knew—about yourself and the world—is now in question. Even our systems—the medical system, our political systems, the education system, the banking system—they’re in the space between stories too. We know the old way is falling apart, yet the new way has not yet been born.”
(Read the rest of Dr. Lissa Rankin’s powerful article here.)
After a weekend spent mostly in bed, eating mostly junk food, watching mostly cop shows (all things which are appropriate for me in reasonable doses….when they don’t take up an entire sad, isolated weekend) it’s clear that something is coming up for me to look at. I felt a powerful resonance with the collapsing of systems Lissa describes, internal and external.
And somehow, I also feel hopeful…one of my favorite things is to feel “met” in the darkness, by whatever unseen forces walk with me along this path. The synchronicity of this article being the first thing on my newsfeed after a foggy emergence from a restless night’s sleep felt like a hand reaching into the shadows to say,
“It’s ok. We’re still right here with you.”
This quote, from the same article mentioned above:
“If you get overwhelmed, rest in the sanctuary of your blown open heart, where you will know that this stripping down is not a punishment; it is an answer to a silent prayer for freedom that you may not even remember praying.”)