my world reels and lurches around me but the grounded parts of my consciousness know that chaos and destruction are tenets of rebirth.
i feel a delicate sense of determined calm and peace. i want to question, but i believe it better to trust. i’m securely tethered. and because of this, the erratic course of my current path and the speed at which i’m moving are not inciting fear or anger. just action.
i’m far beneath the surface. away from the physical and emotional reaches of anyone else’s malaise. it’s a familiar refuge. i forgot my way but stumbled into it just as i’d quit searching. it is a place of inner silence. maybe i’ve just restructured the hovel that i allowed it to become. it is a place where the noise around me is filtered and restructured before entering. the walls are translucent but not transparent. they are thick and sturdy, but they are supple and yielding.
i don’t know if i should look bedraggled as i violently escape my gilded cage. but i’m startlingly composed. lion’s mane and sparrow’s wing. it occurs to me that casting away the security of those accomodations has given me the will to also uproot the assailing vines that have taken root and prevent departure. i don’t know what people see as they pass through tumult with innocents in tow. innocents that must be sheltered and protected. it pulls a gentle ferocity from a mother’s core.
