August 27, 2017
This summer has been one of softening, of melting away protective barriers and of openings. While dousing myself with freezing water in the midst of the forest in Sweden, I heard the phrase, "I believe in love" over and over in my head. Last week at Esalen in Big Sur, I dunked into ice cold water again after the hot springs. This time I heard, "I welcome the light." Each proclamation has danced in my mind ever since their respective re-birth from within me. I awoke today after a rattling nightmare and began to breathe deeply. With each breath, the frightening narrative of the dream was soon replaced by "I believe in love. I welcome the light," and I stepped into the day wondering what phrase will be next.