Recently, I paused my business as I supported my mother-in-law to transition from her body and this life.
Even when running a business, there is a time to be soft, lament and to be quiet. Since I use this my blog to model the full range of notes in the symphony of life, I marked these weeks with a rest note. Let the world see you being still so that we normalize the winter season of life.
I ask you to notice the hype and pressure to be constantly switched ON in the world.
And then, deliberately embrace the discomfort of switching OFF so that you can live a more radiant life.
Let the world view you being still. Learn to trust something stirring on the inside of you.
This is your invitation to take care of yourselves too.
Take time off unpaid.
Hit pause when life invites your soul to go inward.
Find solitude in nature, especially when it seems too hard to do.
Only you have the freedom to press pause in your life.
I offer a poem to inspire you this week because poetry is like balm during life’s painful passages. [Loneliness is another unspoken topic like death and grieving.]
“Lonely” by Karlo Mia
I am lonely.
This truth seeks out the hollow,
finds its mark,
rests inside me.
It fills the curve of my ache
more than the question of
who loves me.
I am lonely
and do not have a circle of women to sit around me,
share
and meditate
their conscious will
into the world.
How I crave minds
like mine, the tapa of connected talk
beating singular thoughts
and shame
into the symmetry
of company.
The talanoa
is both the rain
and the roof
we would gather under,
makings us feel
both wild
and safe.
How I miss all of this
and all of you
who I do not know
but need.
With love and appreciation for the season of life you are currently in,
Kirsten
PS. If you are a Radiant Women, past, present or want to be in the future, this poem is especially for you. If you feel moved to share how this newsletter or poem affected you, I welcome your reply.
PPS. I sense a delicate new growth rising up in me that needs extra rest right now. I will be restoring myself on a tiny Pacific Island next week.
Poem by Karlo Mila published in 2020 in a collection of poems called Goddess Muscle.
*Talanoa means conversation, dialogue, sharing stories in Tongan.
*Tapa is paper cloth made from trees in the Pacific Islands.