Happy Wednesday Reader!
Today’s teaching is based on a poem from my good friend and poet James A. Pearson. On February 10th, James will be leading a workshop on the survival dance and sacred dance as part of our upcoming cohort. If you're interested, more information on the cohort can be found by clicking the link!
Here’s today’s teaching, with some questions and resources to explore this week:
One of the scariest aspects of personal change – no matter how big or small – is that we can’t be sure of how we will be held in the midst of it.
Whether it’s a shift in our identity, a midlife transition, a change in our belief system, or something else entirely, this space of unknowing can often fill us with anxiety.
I invite you to reflect on the poem below and how you have experienced being held (or not being held) in the midst of your own life transitions and changes.
Hope you're well or well-enough,
Andrew
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