Fractured | Reunited

Fractured | Reunited

A wound was festering inside me,

awakening me at 2am

to sob for an hour.

“Sob?” asked a friend.

Yes, I replied, sobbing is essential.

Cathartic.

Release and relief.

Without thoughts or stories.

Intimate and pure

As the night sky.

Opening my heart enough,

Clearing the space enough,

To feel the birds outside my window

Dancing inside me this morning,

To bring me back home

To knowing

Fractured | Reunited

Not as binary

But as a perpetual state

Of becoming.

Feeling the universe’s eternal dance of

Annihilation | Reunification

Within me,

From deep inside my cells

To the body that exists

Beyond my body.

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reunited fractured reunited

always forever.

You may have read my musing last month about the fractured rock. The theme of fracture and reunion has stayed with me as the calendar turns to 2021. I'm reminded that, while life keeps flowing forward, the cycles of the planet and time can be an invitation to pause, to be in a sort of space between, and to connect with what matters most to us.

What matters to you—personally, relationally, communally, globally—as we begin a new calendar year? I posed this question on Facebook with the intention of creating a collective poem with the responses. If you'd like to play along, send me a message with a word or short phrase that symbolizes something that truly touches your heart, and let's see what we can create together.

The morning before winter solstice, hundreds of birds seemed to dance and sing as they moved through the trees and around the canyon behind my home. I watched them for about an hour. It felt like a gift to me that I want to share with all of you in this three-minute video.