I'm in the Deep Middle of the Middle of Life

Como estas? How have you been? Who and what are you currently becoming?

Goodness, it's been quite the ride these days hasn't it? I finally have a pause in our travel schedule and a deep yearning to connect with you.

I paused as much as I could in my life this Spring so that what was growing within me had the opportunity to draw in most of my attention.

This morning as I drank my coffee I recognized that the energy within me is new and fresh. I'm coming out of my pause and deeply feeling the summer vibes.

I also have a poem I want to share with you. It resonated within me so much it stirred me awake and brought me to my screen to bring it to you.

But before I leave you with this gift to inhale I'll share a bit of news, a slight update on me and what's becoming within me:

First and most significant, the book is still becoming. It's a slow meandering process, and I'm so grateful to be at the current stage of its birth. I'm nursing the editing phase and gaining in excitement to bring it to you.

A new season of the podcast is brewing. 4 months of episodes have outlined themselves in my heart and I sense that I'll be recording them soon to share with you.

I'm in school, it's something we have in common, yes? A love for learning! This school is the final structured phase of being mentored by a wise teacher with deep skill and decades of experience in energy reading. As a part of this last phase of training I'm taking on one or two "practice" clients a week.

I've dropped a the link below in case you're curious and would like a reading of your personal energy signature.

https://viviancarrasco.as.me/reading

Before you read on, I invite you to pause. Inhale, then deeply exhale several times.

Pause.

When you're ready, drop your eyes below to the poem and read it in slow motion.

May it gift you exactly what you need or crave in this instant.

In the dark, middle of night,

in the deep middle

of the middle of life,

may you wake,

feeling the familiar fear,

and suddenly realize you are in the midst

of slowly, painfully,

giving birth,

and have, for years,

been in labor, losing, growing,

and may you mutter, “Midwife,”

in confusion turning to prayer,

begging the dark to help you,

and hear the poetry,

midwife, midlife,

midlife, midwife,

and be calmed by this,

letting Midlife do her work,

attending the birthing chamber

where who you were,

that too-tight, tight-skinned, tightly clothed,

tightly wound young woman,

has been opened out, spreading wide,

like a snake-skin, like a vulva,

from which is emerging

that wild, white haired,

loose and expansive,

grinning and playful old woman,

who must be your Soul.

Nocturn by Liza Hyatt

Reader, I hope it touches you, warms you and that the words wrap around you in comfort.

Love all ways,

Vivi

I'm in the Deep Middle of the Middle of Life

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