The Overflow

There was a shift.

Not suddenly. Not consecutively in the way where it feels like all-at-once in a week’s time.

It was gradual. Steady. Stable.

Something that beckons for awareness and surrender to exist in the same vessel and get over it.

There was no friendly handshake or written agreement. It was just understood.

First by the subconscious so it wouldn’t alarm the former fragile nervous system that existed within, then slowly and surely consciousness accepted it.

Now we’re here.

I’m not sure what’s to come of it, but I know it’s a flood. I know it’s overwhelming in the best of ways. I know it’s no longer about the effort put in but the becoming as the seasons and circumstances change.

Maybe that’s the beauty of another year older, wiser, and freer.

I guess we’ll see.