I felt the lapse. I felt the broken agreement in my chest. But I didn’t spiral into it. I just held it. This work actually is not the absence of mess, but building a different relationship to the mess when it inevitably arrives.
What the Mountain Reminded Me
I felt the lapse. I felt the broken agreement in my chest. But I didn’t spiral into it. I just held it. This work actually is not the absence of mess, but building a different relationship to the mess when it inevitably arrives.