Looking back on 2024, half of what I remember and picture in my head is very reminiscent of an oil painting. An oil painting of a small ship about to be devoured by never ending walls of stormy sea. But the other half, the one I’d like to focus on, is another picture, or vision. It’s one of a person, opening her eyes at the bottom of the sea. But it’s not the bottom of the sea. It’s ten soft pillows, in a shared bed next to the people you love. It’s calling your brother and talking about the weather of your location, the weather of your minds and the anguish of being alive. It’s that moment before you really wake up and you don’t remember who you were yesterday, where you left of, and are just the purest form of yourself, hungry for a cup of anything that will make being awake feel better than being asleep. Slowly waking up, to yourself. To a life you are living more and more in line with your values. It’s letting go of something that wasn’t yours and realizing how much your hands can hold and how much more can fit in them if you leave them open. It’s hope. Hope that even though that sea may never stop raging and some storms may never set, maybe you’ll realize that under that surface there were no beasts and no vacuum after all. And that sinking to the bottom was never giving up. It was letting go and opening up room in yourself. Room for peace and acceptance. Laughter and love. Room for all the light to enter, and grow stronger, day by day. Connection by connection. Act by act. Lifetime by lifetime.
Celine
through all lifetimes<3