Weaving the Liminal: Being Held
Hello loves,
This week I felt like I was floating in and out of containers.
Discovering a friend's face in a crowd and moving toward each other for a long hug.
A day of performance art, poetry, and live jazz music.
Time spent with chosen family, grocery shopping, laughing, picnicking, and listening to Alex Warren and Fall Out Boy.
An evening on a farm, surrounded by chickens, scratching the chins of baby Nubian goats as I fed them strawberries.
Cool, rainy nights spent feeling the raindrops kiss the palms of my hands as I watched the sky light up, taking in the smell of the damp air.
I'm reminded how many doorways we walk through every day. A conversation. A song. A shared meal. A moment in the rain. Each one offering another place to pause, connect, and be held.
Thank you for spending a little time in this container with me.
Where did you feel held this week? I'd love to hear from you.
XO,
Naomi
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