A Healing

Good Morning! Or, grand rising.

I heard someone say a while back “we are not mourning - we are rising” and I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Grand rising. Each new day, we rise.

I am writing this from my sacred space; what used to be our guest room at the top floor of our house that I have transformed into a little room for healing and ritual. I come up here every morning at 5am to dance, sweat, breathe, feel. It’s 6.32am now. The sun is rising outside. I see the ocean in the distance. Right outside my window there are birds nesting. I’ve followed their creation process from the moment they arrived and I am just mesmerized.

Lea Luna will be up here any minute.

For a while now, I have had a longing to write. I can’t explain it but it feels like a need. A necessity. Like food and water. A need I just have to meet, a hole I have to fill. I write all the time but never for writing's sake. I journal every day and I text and write emails and put together captions for Instagram but it’s been a long time since I sat down, took a breath, and truly wrote.

For as long as I can remember, writing has been a part of my healing process. It’s how I make sense of the world; how I process; a way for my feelings to metabolize as I string them into words and sentences.

So today I decided: every day after I finish my morning ritual, I will sit down by my computer and write. No rules. No have-to’s. Just me and this keyboard. Whatever comes of it I will share here with you.

Oh, and no. This is not a blog.

It’s a healing.

Rise well, darlings. Until tomorrow.

x

Rachel