In the end, only we know where we’re going.
In the end, only we know who we want to be.
And in the interest of dispelling fallacies about the end *spoiler alert* from our higher vantage point and from greater minds than ours, the end was never the point anyway.
It’s the getting there that matters. Within each of our lifetimes we have moments of beginnings and endings. Moments of pushing through, moments of allowing the stillness to cradle us gently while we hold silent vigil for what comes next.
Holding vigil in that sacred state of suspension reminds us of our own ability to fold ourselves gently into now, like a womb holding us until the next task aligns. Here, we might remember how we often forget that right now, everything is fine.
It’s when we look ahead or behind that we trip ourselves up.
As we take our next breath, feel into right now. Notice how right now, in this moment, as we sip our tea, read this blog, we are fine. Maybe even more than fine. As I sit on my porch, writing these words, I fill with the gratitude for this day. For this moment. For this opportunity to co-create on this plane as I make my own way through this journey.
Right now, there is no bowing to hate or fear. No deference to guilt–because why do we have safe passage when others don’t?
Right now, while the storms rage beyond our walls, there remains the small, sacred space that is ours to tend. Our homes, our words, our art, our relationships—they are not trivial in the face of suffering.
They are acts of defiance. Acts of care. Acts of life.
To keep our little corner of the world tidy, to nurture it with attention and intention, is to honor both ourselves and the fragile humanity around us. Creation, in any form, becomes a quiet rebellion against despair. Painting, writing, listening, laughing, planting, sharing—these gestures stitch threads of hope through the vast, frayed tapestry of existence.
Even as grief, guilt, fear presses in, as global uncertainty looms, small acts of tending remind us that we are not powerless. Our defiance is in noticing the sunlight bathe our fingers with light, the warmth of a loved one’s laughter, the deep inhale that steadies us breath to breath.
It’s feeling for the roots that stand us tall amidst this chaos called life.
Life rolls, nudges, steers us, and yet we are not carried entirely away. We carry ourselves, moment by moment, choice by choice finding in each breath a foothold to continue, to respond, to be.
So may we choose to be in the ways that strike the flint that lights defiance in us all. May each step take us deeper into the truth of who we’ve come here to be. May we love, forgive, stand strong and find the grace to breathe through each moment as it rises to meet us.
Take it all in, stand in our truth, take new roads as we’re called.
We are not yet at the end.
It’s a glorious time to be alive, friends.
Live. It’s our sacred rebellion.
Live. You really only have right now.
