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where are you going
the tides ask
the slate wiped clear
we all start here
Walking along the North Shore of Kauai at Black Pot Beach, I notice my footprints trying to leave a trace of who I am.
"Where are you going?", the tides ask. "I'm headed towards my first Dedicated Practitioner's retreat!" I respond with enthusiasm and certainty.
What does that even mean?
I used to think this name, this body, this incarnation was fixed, static. This is who Kaveri is. This is what Kaveri's body is supposed to do. An unanticipated cold and sciatica flare have humbled me.
As I read the egreetings, I am introduced to different names, places, occupations, ages, gender identities and sexual orientations of spiritual family members who will undoubtedly shape the next few years of my life. Who am I in the midst of all these beings? How would I like to introduce myself? Who are you all in between names, titles, words?
As waves wipe the slate clear, may i empty this mind of preconceived notions. We all start here in this moment, together. May our footsteps dissolve into the elements, to touch alternate shores of understanding.
Thank you for beginning to tell me who you are. May the unveiling also be an undoing of separate selves...