Amy Carroll

52 posts

In the Face of Seeing

We are witnesses. And at the same time we understand, in the right now, the unbearable weight of seeing. We taste the bitter tang of loss. Within the shape of ourselves and collectively. Our toes touch the line between us and the world. The line between us and devastation. Between […]

There You Are

So much of life is spent in motion. Forward. Away. Toward what is next. Sometimes that movement comes from a sense of readiness. And sometimes, if we are honest, it comes from the hope that if we keep going, we might not be required to fully meet what is. That […]

Into What Is

We often describe Presence as something we practice. It is, after all, the most people thing we can do. To take what already is and practice is-ing with it. We might meditate or focus on our breath. If we’ve done it enough, we might notice our thoughts or even notice […]

The Rhythm of Right Now

There is a point where everything stops pointing at itself. Where the light is no longer new, the heat no longer surprising. Even the intensity of the brightness has become familiar. In the full bloom of summer the real work begins. Not the arrival. Not the awakening. But the inhabiting. […]

The Solstice and the Burn

Welcome to the Solstice and the beginning of Cancer season. We’re standing at the pinnacle of the solar year, exactly halfway between one winter Solstice and the next – fully immersed in the blazing heat of summer. Where the light shows us the way. It seems like it should be […]

And so We Begin Again

There are moments when something doesn’t change so much as it unfolds into itself. MesmerSoul is one of those moments. This space is the continuation of everything that has come before it—the conversations, the sessions, the reflections, the quiet in-betweens where something deeper was always being listened for. The name […]

What Remains

I lost my dog this week. She was one of my greatest loves; and this grief moves strangely. Not like the storm I thought it would be. But more like a veil, that drapes quietly over ordinary things until even the light in the room feels altered somehow. The body […]

The Weight of Being

There is a kind of exhaustion that sleep does not touch. A fatigue deeper than the body and the mind. A wearing thin of the inner field. The nervous system stretching to hold too much signal. Too much noise. Too many unfinished emotions moving through us at once. We live […]