When We Are Birthing, It Helps To Breathe Through The Pain

This is an invitation. This is an opening in the day.

Pause. Deepen, listening into to your senses. Ground to the earth under the sidewalks, under the foundations of houses and workplaces. Breathe slowly and fully.

Here is a lived truth I invite you to share: when we are birthing, it helps to breathe through the pain.

Breathe and Ground.

Ground and Breathe.

Seven Reasons I Am Silent

I do not think I am a blogger.
I have been thinking about this for a long time.
A blog is a form. A relatively new one. It is a form that requires

Information easily broken down into bullet points and top ten lists
Visual content
An easy and accessible voice
Humor

You don’t have to hit every one of those, but most of the time I hit one at the most. Sometimes zee-ro.
And I’m okay with that. My work is elsewhere.
The blog form also asks that the writer…know. Have answers. A blog is a container for answers.
I don’t have answers. I have mostly questions.

I Am Too Slow a Writer to Blog Well

Breathe and Ground.

Ground and Breathe.

Choose your adventure, choose your battle. Because I am a slow writer, because I take a lot of time to process, I was writing three blogs posts at once last week. Social media moves faster than I do, even on my good days. Then I realized all my essays said the same thing: it is not a question of two sides. This (whichever this you are looking at currently) is not a binary dilemma.

This Is the Only Offering I Have

Breathe and Ground.

Ground and Breathe.

I do not have answers. All I can do is hold space, here.

Those who shout loudest feel most threatened.

Those who speak the most hate feel the most fear.

What do we fear?

Who do we fear?

What scars do we bear?

What wounds never healed?

Everyone is hurting. Breathe.

That person you have named your enemy is hurting. Breathe.