November 2024, Malibu
The creatures are misbehaving.
The fires are burning north of here.
I was called to ‘help’.
It mystifies me that there is no word for holding space in the sacred burning ground of homes and lives and present sorrow.
For those nights, at home in my own bed, overlooking the ocean, listening to the wind in the trees and cooing night noises, I also heard my heart beating…racing.
And then this, today, crossed my path.
RUBATOSIS….the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
I never thought the sound of my heartbeat was unsettling before, but I believe my body and soul are speaking out.
RUBATOSIS…sweet heart, I hear you.