Trusting Being Alive

As the days continue to get shorter and darker, accessing my resilience is the practice that reminds me I am whole, lovable, safe, and worthy of family, community, and connection.

Living from the place of hope that humanity cares and loves deeply, while respecting Mother Earth’s abundance and grace brings tenderness to my heart.

This morning I see the beauty of sunrise outside my window and relish how the light peaks through billowing clouds after a much needed Autumn Storm. Leaves are changing colors painting our valley with a palate of vibrancy that brings an appreciation of nature and her wisdom that flows with the seasons, always with beauty.

My summertime was grand with expansion and happy day adventures.

More recently, melancholy is palatable in my being. I’m not surprised as the darker seasonal time is an inner journey of stillness, silence, and simply slowing down. Our bodies require integration of growth and expansion. My expansion of being public living with HIV now is asking for an even deeper love and trusting of my process and how I show up in a world sometimes confusing and overwhelming to my being.

Just as Mother Nature composts the harvest to begin anew in springtime, I am given the opportunity to integrate my growth of summertime to continue cycles of showing up in the world as a feeling, belonging, human being with my own unique voice.

Water has been an ally for me in every season. I am grateful for the wisdom of her support.

Water surrounds me
Water holds me sweet.
With the flow of trusting life
My shedding tears do meet.

Warm or cool, dark or clear,
Water finds a way.
Touching true all that is,
And finding ways to play.

Water beams my shining light
And sparkles dancing stars.
I now know my Trusting of Being Alive.