Things I’ve learned in 3 years of post transplant living
There is beauty in every day living. Stray sunbeams and a cozy sweater on the front porch, the feeling of biting into a juicy peach, the touch of a lover. This privilege of being alive and broken open isn’t lost on me
I am a person who always chooses the third way. Both/and, non duality, it’s become the foundation on which I live my life. I call in, hold space. I am connected to so much. I contain multitudes. I am a universe unto itself.
living so close to trauma changes you. Everything becomes heightened. The way you see the world shifts. It’s not bad. You don’t need to erase your trauma, or pretend you’re not different now. Do not apologize for your softness.
Death isn’t the end. It’s fertile soil. You can’t outrun death, and you’re not above it. You can only integrate it, live alongside it
Beauty has always been the answer. Art, story, movement, myth, dance, ritual. You are nature. Beauty is the thing that wakes us up and reminds us we’re still alive. It’s how we heal
I’m really proud of the woman who survived the fire.
(from my journal pages, as I crossed over into my third year of living post transplant.)
