Devotion

Leaning into softness this week after the most incredible experience. On Saturday evening I attended a ‘Dusk till Dawn’ devotional dance and meditation gathering. We danced and wrote and spoke, swam in the river and slept under the stars.

Sitting, cradled by the fire and the dawn the next morning, my notebook in my lap, a quiet knowing came, a reminder that this will always be the kind of space to ground myself in – surrounded by words and flames and the company of the sisterhood.

We all need to unlearn the belief that softness and strength cannot co-exist. Softness is not weakness. It is one of the most powerful forms of strength. There are times to be loud, times when I think it’s perfectly acceptable, and right, to let the simmering fury that lives deep in our bellies rise to the surface. Times to scream. But in moments of calm, of softness, when we allow our minds and our bodies to still, to be fully present, such clarity is possible.

We cannot fully reach our power and potential unless we belong to ourselves. This is a process. We are changing beings, constantly shifting and trying on new skins. It’s a big part of our beauty. But it also means we must check in with our souls regularly, and this weekend held space for just that – to safely, slowly, confidently come home to myself.

All my love and gratitude to Abby Aquila for running such a beautiful event.