Tired of Being Tired

An Awakening

Hello Loves,

Thank you for your grace as I have taken some space after four months of near daily posting.

A lot is going on in Jessi land - much of it amazing, and much of it exhausting. As I process through another turning of the wheel, another layer of the onion skin pulled away, another game to learn how to play.

I’m being asked to start again. Which is good. This is how life goes for me - continual reinvention, and investment in the next best thing for me.

And I’m being asked to let go of a lot of things - many things I’ve carried around for years - tears and fears and expectations not my own.

I am grown, again and again, from the mulch of the past, as it breaks down and disintegrates all around me.

The seeming paradoxes of death and new life, grief and jubilation, despair and fierce hope are so ALIVE in me these days. An oscillation betwixt and between that often feels like a mad dream. The super-human me playing double-dutch with reality.

It’s super rewarding.

And

It’s super tiring.

And this long-ass prose-to-poem just fell out of me.

And I felt it was important to share with you, my royal we’s, in sovereignty.