Danse de la Lumière

I feel a little like I am looking through a tunnel at a bright and shiny entrance ahead. Do babies feel this way when they are entering the birth canal? A baby may not cry from fear or trauma or shock, but from the uncontainable joy of ultimate possibility that awaits when transitioning into the light after spending its entire existence in darkness. My passage is not one of birth, but rather renewal and regeneration. At this time I know only what has passed behind me, with a vague impression where my transition will lead. Despite the uncertainty, each step feels like a fluid progression that has been illuminating a path of tremendous creative, emotional, and spiritual growth with increasing intensity.

On December 1, I moved out of the home I have shared with my spouse of 22 years. I am moving willfully—no, eagerly—from the darkness into the light. Heart first, not head first. I am dancing through this transformation. Each step will fall wherever it takes me.
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Sometimes Life Intervenes

I am not supposed to be. I was born with this contextual information, just like being a girl. I don’t remember anyone telling me I am a female or explaining what that means, rather it is just a condition that has always existed and that I have always known and accepted. Indeed, today I embrace my womanness. Similarly, no one ever told me I am not supposed to be, but that knowledge has always existed. Similar to being female, the condition of being does not change, so I embrace being, too.
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Reflections on the Longest Nights

It has been so difficult to settle on a theme these last few weeks as we transition through the end of one year and into the beginning of the next. So many events have presented themselves to the news, society, and to me personally that warrant a bit of air space for public reflection. But in the backdrop of it all has been the solstice season. It seems especially important that the message is relevant. But what is the message?
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