There is a newfound sweetness in me. I can sense it when I light a candle and run a bath; when I meditate in the infrared sauna, in the beads of sweat that fall; when the record spins and I dance in the dark; when the sun sets in Washington Park and highlights what is still vibrant; when I play Afterglow on the guitar and close my eyes, soothed; when I am under the covers falling slowly into sleep, pulling closer and closer.
My heart softens. In these moments, I am open and receptive – holding space for what is and what’s to come. This sensuality is spiritual. Perhaps it has been patience that has unlocked this part of me. Learning to be present means showing up, over and over again, believing that one day one of these moments will change my life.
This sweetness implies a readiness. I am ripe for what’s next. I pack my suitcase with the knowing that when I return from these October trips, I will do so as a different person. At this edge of before | after, I am grateful for slow-burning through the time it has taken to be here, lit from within, where I am warmed by the heat in my heart.
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