EXCAVATION

7/10/2025

I had a post ready to go. But it wasn’t right. I knew it wasn’t right. The post was about intuition, inner knowing, trust and truth.

But the words fell flat. There was no life in them. I was not in them. It was blah, blah, blah …

Something was blocking my truest expression.

About a week ago my daughter Maren got in a car crash. Car crash. Those were the words my son Miles used when he came up to our room at 3am to tell us. She had called both my husband and I but we didn’t hear the call.

Physically, Maren is okay.

It wasn’t until yesterday, a week later, that I realized I hadn’t processed what had happened. In that moment I found myself sharing with my husband the fear I had been carrying that Maren could die.

This is not an irrational fear. Maren has struggled with her mental health for some time. When she first shared her struggle with me, I felt so badly that I had not known. And in some way, I’ve carried this feeling bad ever since.

We are at our lake cottage in southern Illinois and while here I was moved to purchase some painting supplies. Last night I finished a painting called Excavation.

I am definitely doing some inner excavating. And thank God the intellectual mind cannot go where my inner excavations are taking me. It is so important that I (we) face the feelings we are feeling. They are real. They don’t have to stay or hang around. But we must face them.

Until we do, they serve as blocks to our true knowing, to the truth of our expression.

I know that we all literally ARE CREATIVE and it is with this creative life-force that we make our life.

As I acknowledge my fear around Maren it begins to abate. And what is left in its place is pure CREATION. I, creating my life. And, Maren, creating hers.

xoxoxo