Given my recent illness issues (read: crazy-deep depression and crippling anxiety), I’d been wondering (nervously) what would happen when it was time for me to step up and Do Public Work again.
Yesterday was my first Handfasting ceremony of the year. People. Promises. Questions. Stepping up to lead and hold.
There was no fear. Nerves, as always, and intention set. But the pit of dark remained firmly closed.
I pondered this on the journey there. How could I be so calm, so ready, even excited? It seemed amazing.
A slightly dry, amused voice inside simply said: ‘Because this is what you do.’
There isn’t really a word for it yet (and we do need one). Priesting, ministry, chaplaincy. Service. Vocation. To myself, my Gods, my loved ones, and those who come to me, asking.
I’m here, doing what I should be doing, because I can, because I truly want to. That simple truth is beyond reassuring. A bit of a revelation, of something I perhaps already knew. Now I’ve been reminded.
The Handfasting was beautiful. And my feet feel sturdier on the path today.
This circulating meme struck a similar chord as well today:
Transformation, evolution… progress.