The Path of Deep Trust
At the start of 2022, I chose the frequency of “deep anchored trust” as my “word for the year”.
It must have been some kind of premonition, that this was the medicine the moment called for.
At the time, I was in the throes of Covid. About six months into working deeply with my own fear of death.
At the one year anniversary of that work with death, I lost my son.
And my world turned to ash.
I’ve realized recently that the only thing pulling me through has been this work with trust.
The path of deep trust isn’t easy.
There have been so many times I’ve wanted to get off.
Wanted a detour.
Wanted to grab the wheel and steer myself to a different destination. A different reality.
Asked myself, how can this be right?
I’ve wanted to rebel against the world. Check out. Not face another day if I had to face it without him.
But then I remember the benevolence that underlies all creation.
I feel her calling out to me. Beckoning me home. So I crawl back into Her current of tender compassion.
I remember that when I trust, I place myself in the most powerful position of all.
Smack dab in the center of the Evolutionary Eros that wants to live through me.
It’s where I feel the most vital, alive, raw, and exposed.
And it is in these qualities, these frequencies of aliveness, animating my humanity from all sides, that my purpose takes on a dynamic life of its own.
This is why I incarnated. All of it. The muck and the magic.
And as Tanner’s Mom, I am not going to turn away from his story. His death is part of his story. I am going to find a way to honor it.
If I numb out, try and escape, pull the covers over my eyes.
All of this will come back around again. In this life or the next, until I have the courage to be in relationship to all that is arising.
To be in relationship to ragged edges of life, not just the juicy center.
This is the Path of Deep Trust.
And now, this path of trusting life’s unfoldment, lives in my medicine bag. If I can trust Her through this, I can trust Her through it all.
And so can you. It is possible to feel alive again. Even if it’s just in a tiny crack or crevice at the start of the day. Or in the sliver of light at midnight. It is possible.