One of the very necessary dynamics in life is to be able to look at the way we might feel distant from the life we want to live – and the way that sense of distance actually seems to beckon us. The ability to feel the absolute physicality of how we feel distant from what we want with all the ways we feel close to those same wants: how holding closeness and distance both together in our body brings us to another place – a deeper conversation which strangely, to begin with, is a place of non-articulation, but one from which a new and real ability to speak will not only grow but find a way to be heard in the world.
THE GLEAM Sometimes, in the midst of every difficult and everyday awkward way you try to make your onward way, sometimes sitting down at the edge of everything that has made you too tired to take another step there’s that caught sight, now here, now gone of a half imagined wavering light just among the trees just a gleam or a wisp of white gold in the dying sun a strange kind of beckoning, an ache outlined so intimately as it is, against all of the doings you have labeled so lovingly as sins, the place you should have gone all those years ago still, it seems, willing to invite you again, simpler this time, not too far away touchable now, and within reach just a single step on the other side of what you always come to call in the end, forgiveness. from Still Possible
I just found this platform for DWs work today, love this, & would love it even more if there were spoken word versions, which my NeuroDivergent brain finds way more easy to take it deeply 🧡