Filling our Cups

Image of a crescent moon in the sky, with cherry blossom tree in foreground

Spring embodies the art of arrival, and the pleasure of t a k i n g s p a c e. Dwelling in worlds (worth fighting for).

The past year has been a spiritual reckoning for many grappling with the heartaches of covid, the climate crisis, and ongoing racial injustice. Facing the roadblocks encountered on the journey of self-knowing, unlearning, and community organizing is a worthy challenge. When my spirit gets heavy with the immensity of human suffering, mind unsettled, actions distracted, I know that sometimes it isn’t a failure of will. It’s a gentle reminder, to refill my spiritual cup.

Simple moments, like a walk, allowing ourselves to be taken by the starry night sky, beholding unknown forces at play. This night, I soaked in the luminous glow of the crescent moon, tenderly washing over my heart. Beauty in the mundane can often remind us of what privilege, beauty, and wonder we wish for all humans to have access to.

The blooms of May are emblems of arriving and taking space. Even the cherry blossoms are playfully throwing their pink silky-soft petals to the wind, tickling our eyelashes and beautifully flittering across the streets.

What might taking space look like for you this spring?