Empty. When there is nothing left

Too many tangles for too long. Depleted. 

That feeling that comes when you cannot hold for much longer. 

There must be a release. 

Either create it with intention, or the release will create you.

This morning, the sunrise was magnificent. Blood orange. My elderly little dog was happy and running along the beach, not a guaranteed activity any more.

It has been months of holding together, so many projects, so many commitments. Working with clients through intense breakdowns.

The news feed crippling all on its own. Humanities horror to each other, shredding me. 

There is always a tipping point. The final straw. 

But the tipping point cannot be predicted. Often it comes from left of field and catches you completely by surprise. This is the principle of perturbation and change.

Very often, the tipping point is not even of your making or doing. 

It arrived this morning, leaving me angry, emotional and empty.

The yearning is to go inwards, to curl into a ball. Not yet. Not yet. But soon.

This is life. In one moment, she throws off the most glorious sunrise. And in the next, she brings you to your knees.

This too shall pass. And the sun will rise again tomorrow. Her reliability provides an anchor in chaos.

To love it all, the wild, heartbreaking, agonising and beautiful ride of life, is the journey to greater wisdom. I feel far from wisdom in this moment.

Photo Taken September 26th 2025, Article published September 26th, 2025