Many of us leave the comfort of the womb only to then spend a lifetime looking for somewhere else to reattach our umbilical cords to: be it person; place; or substance.
I am one of those people.
It is a hard habit to break.
This time of year, when there is the most light on our side of the planet, also happens to be the anniversary of the bleakest and darkest time of my life. The anniversary of the day that my metaphorical umbilical cord got severed cleanly and swiftly and with no prior inkling on my part.
To say I was blindsided is an understatement since I am still seeing the ramifications 17 years after the, um, unplanned surgery. And in that passage of time what have I learned?
I see now that time does heal but occasional tears water new growth.
I see that there is no such thing as forgiveness, only glimpses of understanding.
I see that most of us still have an umbilical cord but it is usually well hidden (or medicated).
So today, in the spirit of the season, I invite you to join me during this summer solstice and take some time to reaffirm your connection to our wondrous universe. Hug a tree. Watch some birds. Get yourself to a body of water and watch it's steady rhythm. Be still and recognize how much you are a part of this grand stage called life. And notice that the umbilical cord you thought you needed for that feeling of connection is not there in that moment. And that, my friends, is the launch pad towards a new life.