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Storms can help remind us of our place in the world.
In the broader scheme of this planet, we are small and young.
And each of us … we are smaller still.
Life brings us storms, both literal and metaphorical.
And with them, a choice.
We can hunker down and ride them out.
Or we can lean in and let them wash over us.
I don’t believe there’s a default best way. Not for me.
Each storm carries a special opportunity at a point in time and space — just for us.
Good morning from the end of the world.
Yachats exists in a place in between an end and a beginning.
Its magnetic pull beckons.
It calls us to be bigger than we’ve been.
To find that place within each of us where we know we belong. We are loved. We are ourselves.
I’ve heard many people call Yachats a vortex.
I don’t know. We all have our own language for the divine.
Our journeys brought us this way, facing the setting sun, tucked gently between sea and mountain.
Maybe real acceptance and self-love is about acknowledging that we have distinct parts of ourselves that want different, sometimes conflicting things, and each of those parts is worthy of being held with love.
And perhaps it’s the parts of us that we judge for wanting what we view as shameful or self-destructive that are most in need of being held, for those are the parts of us that are wounded.
Sometimes what we want isn’t the same thing as what wants to be for us.
I’m learning to show up to my life with more openness.
Openness to things being as they are, in no need of “fixing.” A good place to start. Acceptance.
Being open to letting go what doesn’t serve me anymore, even if it once did.
And openness to things I enjoy even now giving way in order to create space for something better than I could ever imagine.
Because I can see that all the best things that have ever come into my life were surprises.
We talk about how the ups and downs of life are ephemeral.
This honesty offers comfort as our legs tire doing the daily dance between gratitude and grief.
Less acknowledged — less fun to acknowledge — is that breakthroughs aren’t everlasting either.
Intoxicating thoughts run through our head, like:
“I’ve solved that problem in my life for good.”
“Oh, I’ve healed that old wound.”
“I forgave that person. We’re good. I can move on.”
