vulnerability is an opening
intradimensional note/poem to (((self)))
Do not mistake this moment of doubt for weakness.
Do not conflate my tears with giving up.
Do not confuse my confusion with submission.
These are seeds of power just starting to recognize themselves as such.
Blessed are the poor in spirit Blessed are those who mourn Blessed are the meek
There is another world(s). One that asks of you exactly what you can give in this moment. Wet, soggy, tired. Exactly, precisely, specifically. This, this right here, is all you need to be.
I pray that you find the strength to celebrate exactly where you are and exactly how you feel. I pray you let yourself be. I pray you stick with yourself. There is no rush, no rush, no rush. no. rush.
Watch me nourish this life with this soft, porous, loamy dirt of my mind. Watch me pour the warm, salty water of this body into all I do.
Your breakdown - micro and macro- this is a tilling of your geography - psychic, embodied, mystical. This is intimacy with the worms and bacterium of your gut. This is maintenance on your umbilical connection to life itself.
It might not be pretty by someone’s standards. Some may be impatient with its rocking and its rhythm. Others might fear their own proximity to the vulnerability it takes to get here.
But damn is it rich. Wow, is it fertile.
This softness is a super power. This porosity is an opening to worlds.
Worlds beyond what you might see right now.
Worlds that speak so sweetly, so gently.
I want to meet you here.
Will you come with me?
When you publish, let me know. I want that book on my shelf to revisit on rainy days, before long trips, and after big shifts. Thanks for sharing your insights and emotions.
What a beautifully raw and powerful piece. It speaks to the sacredness of embracing vulnerability as strength, acknowledging that breakdowns and moments of doubt are rich opportunities for growth. Your words feel like a gentle invitation to surrender to the present, to trust in the messy, fertile process of becoming. There's a profound wisdom here, a reminder that our softness and porosity are not weaknesses but gateways to deeper worlds and greater truths. Thank you for sharing this intimate, soul-nourishing reflection—it's a gift.