A Tidal Wave of Light
The anniversary of the shooting at our beloved Covenant School is a mere nine days away. Once the weather starts to get nice there is a rising dread that contradicts the birth of Spring. I hate this, this rise of darkness when the natural world is showing off its beauty after the barrenness of winter. At the same time, living with contradiction of feeling and thought, even experience, has been something I’m learning to be open to in adulthood. The concept of swirling tension between what is happy and what is sad, what is good and what is bad, what is hopeful and what produces fear, has mostly become a reality for me, a jumble of all of these things at once. I can be completely content in the grey, but I’m also quite tired in the grey. Last Fall, I went to a source point therapist who is trained to work on the body with an awareness of energy and release that may need to take place in certain parts of the body. The work can feel like an elusive concept, but after years of trying methods...