It is when a moment of change is felt or acknowledged whether welcomed or not that I seek understanding who I am. Before I got out of bed I scanned my embodied self and attempted to pause thinking. Am I a blob I asked. I am breathing I pay attention. I am existing I am being. I become more aware this changing unraveling of ideas of who I am is nothing more than pausing to realize I've always been unraveling at same time being knitted or woven to next. Then I sit with regret of not being attentive to the truth of who I am in relationship to all existence and give thanks in connecting because I have a mind to reflect on connection and I stand up with intention to live this day with the zest of breath gift of who I am becoming along with you and you and you...I am one in caring and connecting and I do so by brushing my teeth looking in the mirror and smiling a good morning to me and me in you and you in me and crazy weird, right? LOVE ❤️
My mother described me as stubborn and it wasn't as a term of affection. I think she was spot on in seeing this need to stand on my own two feet as Dalai Lama often quoted. The stubborn is resilence to follow a path other than what was wanted for me. Yet I believe that was a hero path and I didn't have to let go as it was destroyed as so many supporting structures were as well. So yes I am nothing and in being nothing I can experience solidarity with all. Weird, right?
On Oct 21, 2025 Patricia wrote on Who Am I? I Am Thine!, by Deitrich Bonhoeffer: