It's a Practice

(written Nov. 2, 2025)

I meet the Great Mother on the other side of the new door. We are on the side of the mountain but now it is rocky. There is a narrow shelf with just enough room for us to walk side by side.

Where am I, Mother?

You are in my arms right now. That’s the best description I can give you.

I’m not sure I understand.

In this place, the place of in-between. You opened a door to the in between. I am here with you. We travel together.

What is in the in between?

Integration. And Rest.

Now I rest?

Now you rest.

But don’t I need to open another door?

Not yet. You need to get comfortable here.