2018 brought me to my knees. I know many have fully stepped into 2019 and it may seem odd for me to be writing about 2018 but when I feel into - and what I am embodying- is that this is liminal space. The space 'in between'. (The dictionary speaks of liminal as: 'occupying a position at, or on both sides of a boundary or threshold.') I can still feel 2018. Its imprint. Its song. Echoing through parts of me. Departing, letting go, releasing. Yes. But slowly. Gradually. Like a lover who is lingering, reluctant to say good-bye. 2018 brought me to my knees. There are so many spaces and places to look at this from. This is what I know: I asked for an 'upleveling' (what a strange word that is indeed) and everything (and I mean everything) that was not in vibrational resonance with that next step of my becoming showed itself in its fullness. An invitation. An initiation. An invitation to let go, release, surrender old ways of being and allow something entirely new. Something unknown and unimagined. Here's the thing about things that bring one to one's knees: They are the patterns, the ways of being that have been so deeply ingrained, so very much part of who we are, that we are blindsided. Until the moment that we are ready. For a transformation that will alter the fabric of our foundation, our existence, our sense of self. It is a sacred moment. A powerful moment. A moment where the universe meets you in your yearning for the moreness of you. To unlock. To unleash. To ignite. And it brings one to one's knees. And here I am. 2019. Liminal space. My 8 week 'Being and Becoming' series last year (nov. & dec.) has set that which desires to be created into motion for this year. And beyond. I can feel that that piece is complete. It is done. And it will unfold as I choose it step by step. But for right now, I sit in liminal space. Slowly moving my body into new shapes, into the things to come. I can feel my breath continuing to digest the enormity of 2018, whilst breathing in the newness of 2019. And 2019, aaaahhh, how sweet she feels. It's like a slow tantalizing love affair. Our eyes have met across the room, I feel her magnetic pull, the promises of new delights, the invitation to come close and explore a new landscape. My feet, my body turn in her direction, but I know. I know that I need just a little more time before I dance again. Happy new year beautiful! May this year wrap you in Grace and be the start of something utterly divine and delicious.
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Tonya K Freeman
19/1/2019 09:23:23 am
A beautiful read. A wonderful testimony of things to come from all that was. Thanks for sharing this written art of your soul! Much love and blissful, bountiful blessings in 2019!
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Tanya
22/1/2019 10:24:29 pm
Dear Tonja,
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