Attempting to document right now.
Backpack way too full.
Face a little scared, but free of doubt.
Mind ready and not ready.
I'm going off the grid for the next few months for a silent meditation retreat, and fittingly today I’ve been short on words. The one I keep repeating is fortunate. Fortunate for the conditions that have come together for this to be possible, and fortunate for all the closed doors of the past that seemed unfortunate but were actually a nudge of redirection to this place.
As the saying goes: if it doesn’t open, it’s not your door.
Grateful for the closed doors, for the unknown, for the silence, for the many FaceTimes this week with faces I’m going to miss, for the teachers that pushed me to now, and for the space to be here. See you on the flip side.