How Are You, Really?
Pause, breathe, feel into it.
Things have fallen apart, and we have come undone. Unstitched at the seams. No longer fixed together. Are you riding the wave or buried under its weight? No matter. Waves eventually break. On this day, at this moment, I am with you. I am here, open and receptive to you. So tell me. How are you? How are you, really? I will not accept “fine” as an answer. So feel into it; I’ll wait.
How are you showing up to this moment? Is all of you here, or are there parts that are elsewhere? That is okay. Sometimes being fully present is uncomfortable, and often there is better than here. Sometimes there is also where pain, sadness, and grief are. There can feel like a safer place. No one can tell you where safe is for you. You know and you’re always right.
Who is making you smile these days? Tell me only if it matters to you. Smiles are not required. Sometimes frowns are acceptable. Come as you are. All of you are welcome.
What do you wonder about? I’m curious to know what keeps you up at night. Where your mind goes when it is lost in thought and what occupies your daydreams. Are you mostly in the past or in the future? I wonder what inspires you.
When last did you dance? When last did you flow freely in movement, through space? There are many ways to dance. Some don’t require any motion. Which do you prefer?
How are you, really? Pause, breathe, and feel into it. No answer is required, and silence is welcomed. Things have fallen apart, and so have we. Yet, we will be gathered and put together. We always do. So never mind the chaos, the storms never last. Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.