Transmutation

I’ve spent decades in practices that meet this directly—through body, breath, dialogue, and awareness. What I’ve come to trust is not that difficult energy disappears, but that it knows how to move when I don’t grip it. I’ve felt fear rise that was older than the moment. Heat, contraction, a kind of ancient remembering. When I resisted, it stayed and shaped my thinking. When I allowed it—without collapsing into it, without pushing it away—something shifted. Not immediately into love, but into space. And in that space, the energy reorganized. What I might call now—not just transmutation—but integration. These days, what helps me “keep my hands off” is simple, but not easy: feeling my feet, softening my breath, and trusting that the body and heart are not problems to solve, but processes already underway. And yes… like the seasons, something in me is always moving— not pushing winter away, but letting spring arrive.