My word for the year is participation

My word for the year is participation.

So much of my last year was about following my isolation patterns all the way.

Giving the part of me that needed to be alone. To be away from people and pressures and image. Giving that part of me full reign.

Here you go.
Be
Alone.

And I honestly loved it.

You know,
In 8 months of aloneness in the woods,
I was never once lonely.

(Although I remember visiting the city and feeling lonely again - just being around people brought it up)

I went all the way into my isolation.
And I drank in all the nourishment of it.

And it DID nourish me.

I was starving.

I was so starving for my own attention.
For my own love.
For my own food.
For my own touch.
For my own movement.

I was so starving.
And I gave myself all of it.
For months.

And now
I’m not starving anymore.

I am fed.
And loved.
And connected to my body.
I can touch god throughout the day.

And it’s time to engage again.
It’s time to reconnect with the external, now that I’m here with myself.
It’s time to meet this fed Jessie with the world.

This year
Is about participation.
How does the truth of me participate and play this game of life.
How do I show up when life asks something of me.
How can I meet it?

And it really feels like the first time I’m meeting life
Because before I was performing for life
And then isolating.

Oscillating between the two.
Perform.
And hide.

Now,
No more hiding.
Participation from the truth.

And so it is.
2023.