Journey into the void.

I often find myself getting caught up in a certain kind of yearning; a neediness to receive more from others in the form of external validation.

What’s here in this moment? A memory of being present with Linden, my baby boy.

Something new is arising within me and it is signaling a certain level of completion to a cycle. This cycle could be specific to me, but I doubt it.

Where to begin? And by “begin” I mean, where do I start again (and again and again and again). I have a habit of starting, but not finishing. I have a deeply embedded fear of coming to the end of something, of creating something imperfectly, of…rejection.

Fingers typing directly in rhythm and communication with my heart, with the om — the proverbial and primordial om — the vibration of life that moves through us all. Is this not the amniotic sac?