the summer that wasn't

untitled, by jeansman

a description of my summer and an understanding of a promotion to "senior instructor".

We are, all of us, perhaps for our whole lives, waking. From the clean cut circles of stereotypes we were placed inside. From a good night‘s sleep or a numbness. To strangers at your bed. And then we are here. In the woods and the middle of our messy lives. We are waking into something quite different than what came before. Into an adventure. A craving. Something new and perfectly frightening. Ourselves.
Being a Senior is giving honor to all those rocks sunk in the lake by now and all the ones that will be. It is allowing people to hear their darkness. It is believing in the eventual unlocking and the lift away.
And with courage and humility, watching the release.