Today I commence Vipassana: 10 days of silent meditation in the sands of Joshua Tree. It’s a 1,500 year old practice that’s haunted me for over half a decade: the notion of sitting still with nothing but awareness of my innermost thoughts over such an extended period was quite honestly, terrifying.
I wrote a poem to commemorate the occasion, but it didn’t quite encompass the combination of my emotions and feelings. As the lines ran together and I struggled to create a narrative around how to share everything that’s led to this moment, what actually surfaced was that any other form of writing is just a remix on poetry.
Poetry was my least favorite medium growing up but (as current fashion trends have shown us), everything comes back around. Sometimes I feel like a crazy person sending emails with deeply personal creations that may not make sense to anyone but myself. Sometimes I realize that all any artist ever does is bare their soul in the way that speaks to them in that moment.
As my fear (of Vipassana and writing to share with the world) dissipates to create room for curiosity, I warmly welcome all that unfolds within the limitlessness of my mind. I surrender to the perpetual duality of this experience, to the depth of my feelings, and to divine alignment in the continued unfolding.
May this life always be a testament of multidimensional creativity fueled by love.
I leave you with a haiku inspired by my friend, coworker, and #BossBabe Angana:
expansive stillness
fear transmuted through practice
a return to source
Big love. Catch ya on the flip side.