Both Feet in the Sacred-Living in Truth and Presence

I woke this morning with a question that felt less like something I was asking and more like something that had been trying to reach me for some time.

What if I stopped trying to be seen or understood and simply lived and created in the way I am most drawn to live and create?

As I sat with it, I could feel that this was not a question at all, but a recognition. All I have ever wanted is to live fully as myself, to live my truth, and to create from that place—not as something I move in and out of, but as the ground of my life.

This is not about choosing between the world and something sacred. It is not about stepping away or separating myself from life.

It is both feet in the sacred while being fully embodied here.

I know this place.

I have lived it in moments where everything false falls away and truth is no longer something I think about, but something I feel in every part of my body. But I also know how easily that fades as I return to the rhythms of daily life, how I begin to layer back over it, just enough to feel more connected to what is familiar and understood.

And this is where the tension has been.

Because once I have known what it is to live inside that level of truth, I cannot unknow it. I cannot fully return to a way of being that lives on the surface.

What I can feel now is that this is not something I return to from time to time.

It is a way of living - living in sacred truth.

And if I am honest, what I have been resisting is not the truth itself, but what it asks of me in the world.

There are no words for what I live when I am fully inside it. It cannot be explained or defined in a way that satisfies the mind. It is felt. It is known or not known. And this is why I have always struggled to speak about my work. It does not live in language. It lives in experience.

I Walk the Path Less Traveled, But True

This is why I create.

The work speaks where I cannot.

And yet the world asks for definition, for clarity, for something it can recognize and place into a known structure. I cannot do that. And so there is a solitude in living this way, a quiet kind of aloneness that comes from not being fully seen in a world that relies on definition.

But there is also a deeper truth.

The only real safety I have ever known is in myself, in that place where I am fully aligned with what is true. When I am there, when I am living my life from that place, there is nothing that feels unstable, even when everything around me is shifting.

This is what it is to live in ceremony.

Not something I enter and leave, but something I remain inside of.

And this is what I can feel now.

Not a question of what is true, but a threshold of whether I am willing to live it.

Both feet in the sacred.

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