How far would descend
To catch the hand that belongs in yours
To what depth would you dive
Deep into the abyss
To avoid drowning in loneliness or regret
Would you plunge into the infinite waters to catch it
Into another world
The deep sea
With unknown creatures
And dangerous predators lurking behind every turn
Behind every rock,
Hidden in every cave
Into the darkness where the light can no longer touch
Where the current is swift and strong
Pulling you into uncharted territory
Where you're paralyzed from the cold
Chilled to your bone
So jolting it takes your breath away
Causing your heart to stop beating for only a moment
As you submerge
As the water surrounds you
Engulfs you
Would you dive so deep for that one hand
That belongs in yours
The pressure mounting the deeper you fall
Your last breath depleting
Would you persist
Deep into the vast crevasse
Knowing you can't survive without it
Of never feeling whole
Until you feel that hand within your palm
The place it belongs
When you grasp it back
And push your legs against the sandy sea floor
Back through the vortex
Through the rip tide
Making the struggle worth while
Back to the surface
To a familiar world
Where you can breathe again
With a passion exploding in our heart
Warming your chilled body from the inside
The sunlight beaming on your face
The water no longer feeling so cold
The ebb and flow of the tide now calm
Holding the hand that belongs in yours
Feeling the love that belongs in your heart
Realizing you were already drowning before you jumped
Knowing the real risk was if you never dove.

Thank you Lisa! You always get me. 😊 We missed seeing you on zoom last night but can’t wait to see you on Sunday! ❤️ Xoxo
The whole journey felt unequivocal, realizing the drowning before jumping was the epiphany &, the ultimate in soul work, - “Knowing the real risk was if you never dove.” This is food for the journey.