When I returned from California following my father’s memorial, the words I heard echoing, the one thread placed down, ‘Begin from the centre.’
But coming to that centre – even glimpsing it – requires unlayering. I’ve spent so much time being things to others (mother, wife, friend, lover, student,teacher, mentor, guide, doula, counsellor), and the obligations and the failures in particular add up and fill the space with a weight and a clutter if one isn’t careful, and I’ve not been careful.
And so the unlayering, the cutting old ties, the calling back of power and self, the gradual glimpsing of that centre.
Begin from the centre. As everything is falling to pieces, it’s surfacing. It’s a start.