My loves, on this day . . .
... I have nothing to say but I want, so very much, to circle up, to connect with what is real.
I wanted to write to you today. I wanted to call you into a circle of blessing, a holding space where we can gather up and sit inside of the holding of community and blessing.
I wanted to write something about today’s transition of power….
and I keep starting … and then sighing and deleting it.
All I can do today, I think, is sit in prayer and hold the world in blessing, hold us all in blessing. Hold the space - the small space of my own footprint on this planet - for love.
If you feel to, you can join me here on Notes. We can sigh and maybe hum together. We can buzz like a beehive of love.
I am so Grateful for you, dear Amy. ❤️
Thank you for this post. Sighing softly as tears are so close. I just can’t watch the news… while I had thought I might try, I’m not even sure I can watch at noon.
I know there will be highlights… later, if/when that feels ok for me.
Gathering here, alongside and with you, feels like soothing medicine. As does the idea of buzzing blessings. Thank you. 🙏🏻
Thank you Amy. We can all only do what we can. Whatever that is. And know that we are not alone.