Fall is the time of transition. Of change. Of preparation. Of turning over a new leaf. And so it has been with my life lately. I’ve found that the only way to take in all this change and prepare for a new season of life, has been to have a place of sanctuary. This sanctuary right now is the house that I live in. A living space I share with some of my closest friends in Utah. The home is not only cozy and beautiful, but the people who I inhabit it with are constantly there for support, encouragement, and deep conversations on the porch. It’s been a really beautiful and powerful thing.
A few weeks ago as I was driving home from work around 11:30 at night, a guy rear ended my car while we were both stopped at a stoplight. It was a weird situation where he must have thought the light turned green, and proceeded to ram right into the back of my car. I was pretty shocked and still processing the whole situation, when suddenly the guy turns his car through the construction zones next to us and drove off. A hit and run. It had been a long night, and I was already upset on the drive home and this incident drew me over the edge. I just started bawling as I was stopped at the same stop light, still waiting for the light to turn green, unsure of exactly how one is supposed to act in such a situation.
When I finally got home, I looked at the back of my car and was grateful to see the whole ordeal caused no damage. It felt a lot worse than it was. Despite all this, I was still upset and quite angry with the man who seemed so selfish to have driven off.
As I sat in my room, two of my roommates came knocking on my door to see how my day was. Just their presence and positive energy made me feel a million times better. I told them all about the ordeal, and it felt so good just to be heard. We then talked about life, and ended up in fits of laughter and a family line of “legs up the wall” (pictured above).
This is what family feels like.
(Side note: legs up the wall is a great pose to do before bed, especially if you are on your feet a lot during the day. It’s a great way to reverse the blood flow, and allow some of the blood in your feet to makes it’s way back to your heart to recirculate and re-oxygenate. )
There’s something really powerful about being able to process life with people you both love and respect, and who understand what you’re going through. The fall is a big time for transition, which I have felt really deeply at this point in my life. It can be both a beautiful time of renewal, but also a really scary time of trying new things and taking big risks.
Maybe in the same way life is discomfort, life is also transition. Constant movement and evolution from one place to another. A beautiful flow of one experience into another. All these moments weaved together to create a lovely tapestry that is your life.
Sometimes those periods of transition are breezy and wonderful, sometimes they can feel tumultuous and difficult. Either way, there is something incredibly powerful about finding a place of sanctuary to process it all.
There’s power in community, in sisterhood, and in learning vulnerability by sharing your dreams and fears with people whom you love.
I think this simple community in my house has allowed me to grow in deeper ways, and feel supported as I prepare to take big risks. Support is critical, and I am so grateful to have it.
What does community mean to you? How do you hold a place of sanctuary in times of transition? I’d love to hear!
with SO much love,