But the journey, like the insight which came, was not like that. The point of the nest is that I was never alone. The grasping I did in fear was rooted in an idea of myself separate in space and time. The fear points me right to it. When I flip it, I find myself connected—supported by space. It is a beautiful place to rest, and yet…
I danced with this question of support for my relative life, for my installation, for the times when that space of peace feels very far away. Can I ask for support? With this ritual in particular…. If I build something beautiful enough, if I offer my heart and share a journey, will it be enough of an exchange? Will that beauty be worthy of support?
I came to peace that evening. I found excitement that morning- to tell the story! Waiting for years! Just to tell it!
It will be enough.
I do not need to ask. I will offer a story from my soul.