Are They Really?

I became wary
of comfort zones,
started feeling how uncomfortable
they actually were –
cramped
no breathing room
no wild
no free.
This need,
this longing for
safety
predictability
ease
was driven by my fear.
Oh, my…
as I stripped the layers away –
This isn’t a comfort zone.
It’s a hiding place.
It’s a cage.

Then, I could either
try to forget
what I’d seen and felt
or
do what I did –
start risking
a life that was me.

teach us
how to let go
into the Dark’s gift
of holding and deep mothering.

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Questions for Contemplation

As you reflect on the times that we are living in, what is one area that is particularly challenging for you, either personally or in terms of the impact on others, the earth, etc? What soul medicine might be helpful for you in navigating this challenge?

Is there one line or phrase in the poem that is evocative for you and that you’d like to explore? If so, you can write the words at the top of a blank page and free write for 10-15 minutes in response to the line or phrase. Then, take some time to review what you wrote and see if there is anything that you want to contemplate further in quiet reflection.

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