In Motion

Dear Starlight, 

I want you to know I missed you this morning, like I missed a piece of me.

This weekly Sunday Circle something is something that matters and yet sometimes I miss it. Something else, a swell, a billow, or a breaker takes my time and attention in other directions.

The Hudson river or first known as Muhheakunnuk, "great waters in constant motion" or "river that flows two ways" named by the Lenape people has a current that is always changing direction and yet there is consistency. It doesn’t stop being a river or bringing river weeds to shore. It’s just sensitive to the moon and things greater than my understanding.

I am a body of water. You are a body of water. Sometimes we are in flow together. Sometimes I feel swept away. We are taught to survive a rip current by swimming with it but that is not what patriarchy and capitalism preach. No. Our bodies are to be fought against. We doggy paddle against unreasonable expectations.

Today I had to tell myself I loved myself many times so I could settle the unsettled waters inside and not drown in doubt.

Yesterday I found a new bookstore that took my breath away. I thought for a minute I want to stop working so I have time to read and write. Could someday my work be to read and write?

Me and my work partner have discussed what work is. We decided it is everything we do.

I thought tonight I could share the poem that found me today when I opened the book I found yesterday.

Rumi poem from book One Handed Basket Weaving

May we trust our motions even our commotions as part of the love we’ve been given. May we learn to swim with our currents.

Good night Starlight.