Stormy Days

It was a stormy day. It was a downpour, windy, with the pitter pattering of raindrops lasting all day long. And I could say that at the end of the day, I felt the unpleasantness of being cold and wet, which is also true. But what stood out even more to me is how invigorating it felt to be out there in the wind and rain. I didn’t brace against it. I just let myself notice and feel, almost savoring the storm. 

The struggles I’ve been through and traumas, all those hard truths I continue to wrestle with - it’s really difficult to think about and know. And still, every time I go round my cycle of exploration and knowing, I come back to what’s also true: how alive I am and feel, how much I’m learning about myself and how much I’m discovering what it means to me to be here in this world.

About the Into the Light collection

No matter how big the grief, I can't help but recognize again and again this incredible fact: there is something gentle and sweet just beyond the deepest heartbreak. When I let go of judgement and cease all the watching-myself-from-the-outside and I finally allow myself to speak freely or to let my tears ring out raw and true, I feel connected to this pure, bittersweet power. In those moments, I fear nothing. There is only that one moment and a sense of oneness with the truth.