🕊six months🕊

How do we measure time?

It used to be linear. It used to be goal oriented. It used to be a major effort-- something we tended to day after day. Always working toward something just slightly out of reach, like a to-do list that incessantly rolls into the next day. The baggage is the not measuring up, the not being enough, the not having time for the actual moments of importance. Measuring our time by our "progress". Point A to Point B. Over and over and over.

Six months ago all that was undone.

Today we find ourselves sitting at our favorite spot, unwinding the twists. Listening to the song of the ocean. Warming our bodies under the high sun. Allowing the wind to soothe our hearts. We ask ourselves, after these six months: "What does progress mean now? Do we even value it? How can we create goals when life has it's own rhythms and channels and purpose? Is goal creation antithetical to the ways of journeying?" Time and progress have become cyclical to us. A vast unfolding and refolding. Time and progress layering on top of each other like wormholes and points of entry into the new, the old, and the unfathomable. We are all walking the Great Labyrinth. Every step has become poetic and in balance, but as long as you trust the path in front of you.

We are happy to celebrate and laugh and cry and mourn Callum today. Thank you sweet baby for all the blessings that have come from your time with us, your death, and your life on the other side.