Blog Post Title One
it’s all coming out… my story, my passions, my purpose. and it’s all being met with “divine” timing, too.
10/19. I fell asleep at the wheel at 5:55am on my way home from working several 13-hour days in a row.
I sat there, headlights flushing the front window of the church on Smith Valley road, fluids pouring out from my engine bay, and hands gripping the steering wheel. thoughts of “home” and my desire to be here pulsing through my body. I finally didn’t want to leave this earth - a thought that was new to me and for once, and it took up the most space in my mind than anything before. I keep trying to remember the song on the radio that was playing when the thought struck me the night before, and when my car flew off of the road into the ditch the night following… who was on my mind, what actions I could take that would embody my purpose fully without feeling like I was making a compromise of some sort.
my face was soaked from the tears of memories when I wanted nothing more than to be taken out by a natural or humanistic disaster when I lifted it from my chest. my fingers clenching so tightly to the faded black leather wheel that my rings cut off circulation from my fingers to the rest of my body. images of the red light at the Saint and the shining smiles of Danii and Hido still come through when I think back to that night. My mom. My nana. My dad. My brothers. My grandpa. Lucia, my mentors, Annie, and the beings that surround me each week in class. The road… the fog, and all the lights that insisted on piercing through it, reminded me that hope was always there, I was just distracted + buried by doubt, dopamine kicks, and shiny, false symbols of “growth” and “progress”. anger, hatred, and fear that fled when I met them with compassion and opened up intentional spaces for them to be felt and transmuted. heavy black, felt-marker handwriting on white-washed grainy images. words of affirmation that have been circling me for a lifetime in conversations, media, signs, and cards. it was all there as I sat in the front seat of a totaled car by my own hand, but so was a presence that I continue to describe to this day, and undoubtedly will for the rest of this earthly life… and beyond.
I wanted so badly to return “home”, and after that night I find myself turning inward each time that feeling arises, met with the feelings, thoughts, and images that confirm for me, even in the wake of sleepless nights or overly-packed bags, couch naps, and back-seat slumbers, that I was always home. the body in which I live in has always been exactly what I needed. <SONG OF THAT NIGHT>
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