I know I’ve shared a few images of tulips lately. But I can’t help myself with another. Because tulips. And sweet light. And my desk. It’s my happy place.
The other day, I wrapped up a round of 28 Moments. It was such a good four weeks with women who opened up their hearts from day one. It’s a funny thing (funny in a beautifully-interesting way) the exchange that happens in a class like that. Yes, I put a lot of time and effort (and heart) into my classes. There’s the content prepared, there’s the space created and held, there’s the real-time engagement, feedback, and support. I do work hard. But sharing time with my class participants is also a little awesome. And still, they pay me.
During every offering of mine, I fill with gratitude for the women who gather, sharing themselves and their truths. They send me thank you’s. But I always want to thank them. For allowing me to witness their lives and their stories and their moments. For allowing me to witness their beauty. The exchange of money for a service provided is understood on both sides, but it’s still crazy to me (in a good way). I feel like participants in my classes gift me something. Something big and real and true.
I’m not sure what my work ahead looks like exactly. Beyond knowing it involves photography and writing, I know (deep in my heart) that it involves witness. That word has been with me for some time now. And wrapping up these last four weeks is a little reminder, a little whisper to my heart, that I’m on the right track.
So I sit here, with my single yellow tulip and my arms reaching across the worn wood of my desk, and the late afternoon light pouring through the window, and my heart full and ever-curious. And I feel pretty damn good.
Sending a little love your way, m