It’s becoming really clear to me, that it’s OK to start again. I suppose that’s why I named this blog the reborn alchemist: I feel like I’ve become reborn many times and I’m finally getting some mastery of it.
To become comfortable with rebirth means you must become comfortable with death. Death of many things both in the physical, mental and spiritual realms. My illness caused many things to die for me quite abruptly. Things that have taken me a long time to grieve. Things I’ll probably grieve forever.
The process of death and rebirth is a cycle that we see in nature. In the seasons and in life all around us. It helps me to regularly get out and get present with nature. I’m limited in my ability to adventure, but my own yard and immediate community are all I need to fully immerse myself in the cycle. I am privileged to live on the traditional lands of the Anishinabe, Haudenosaunee and Wendat peoples. In the country called Canada. It’s a privilege to see the seasons from a North American perspective. It’s important to attune myself to the rhythm of this place. The cold, stillness of winter here, followed by the first green sprigs and red-winged blackbirds.
As the seasons change, my body aligns. It goes through the same shifts; both difficult and liberating. So the cycles continue within and without, and I learn to swim with the waves.
Walk gently belove, through the garden of your soil. Walk gently.
M.
