
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.
fractured reunited fractured
reunited fractured reunited
fractured reunited fractured
reunited fractured reunited
fractured reunited fractured
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.