You know those seaweed bubbles you can find at the beach?
I love popping them and letting their clear goo leak out...
What are those bubbles anyway? It seems like they're meant to contain something...
I've been thinking a lot about containers lately - the things that hold us.
We were carried to this world in wombs and our beds now contain us at night. Our bodies hold the goo and mush and bones of our lives.
There are other containers too - the coffee shop where you eat quesadillas and watch your neighborhood go by, a friendly yoga class, or your best friend's hug.
As we lean into the challenge of the next few weeks, my advice is to seek out into the containers that hold you. Whether it's a pottery class, a congregation, a therapy session, a book club, an advocacy group, or your favorite stream-side hike - return to the containers you trust and find new ones if you need them.
Now is the time.
I love you.
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