Been thinking so much about dichotomy lately. Almost always, I'm feeling (and embodying) two completely opposite things at once.
I am grateful, and I am trapped.
I am being born, while a very important part of me is dying.
I am wildly confused, and experiencing a deep sense of purpose.
This tulip... decaying before it blossoms, but full of beauty and basically unstoppable.
Plants are such radical teachers that I swear I hear them speaking in a human voice when I tune in.
You are not alone, and neither am I... and it is totally cool if we spin for a bit because that be life.