The Lion - Just Show Up.
When I’m a crumpled ball on the floor,
eyes puffy with tears, with only whimpers discernible,
I show up.
To the grand dramatic play of raw emotion.
To the mirage of blame and pity and self-destruction.
To the cutting truth of my wounded self acting out like a toddler.
I show up.
When I’m boldly standing on a hilltop,
my mane of fire shining gloriously,
I show up.
To the courageous circle of stories told.
To the steps taken in equal parts fear and excitement.
To the epic journey of the mythic fool.
I show up.
When my bank account is drained,
along with my mental capacity and perspective,
I show up.
To the severe drought of self-confidence.
To the lack mindset I’ve jumped into for the billionth time.
To the doubt that I will ever be worthy.
I show up.
When the opportunity for abundance presents itself,
with its challenges to rise, rise, rise,
I show up.
To the reckless fun of imagining a dream.
To the old beliefs butting up against the new.
To the creation of something beautiful and interesting.
I show up.
When love dies,
and reality shifts to accommodate the loss of future,
I show up.
To the strangeness of wondering what ever was.
To the game of lost chances and wrongdoings.
To the aloneness of being oneself.
I show up.
When new love shows up,
with the fluttering dismay and giggling shadows,
I show up.
To the meeting of minds, hearts, bodies, and souls.
To the endless spinning web of delirious potential.
To the unbridled joy of the senses, grounded in the sensuous touch of earth.
I show up.
When I fear for my safety,
and I fear for the safety of my friends and communities,
I show up.
To the hopelessness caused by the few in charge.
To the terror of our most basic rights being torn away.
To the longstanding pain and suffering we can no longer be blind to.
I show up.
When we come together,
united in hope, with a force that’s unstoppable,
I show up.
To the linked arms of everyone I’ve ever known.
To the spectacle of millions of snowflakes creating a storm that shuts the whole goddamn thing down.
To the victory that all can share in.
I show up.
The lion feels like showing up. It feels like the potential for anything to happen, good or bad, and it urges us to be present. Be present for all of it. All of the joy, all of the suffering, all of ourselves. Every piece of ourselves we love, every piece of ourselves we’re ashamed of. Just show up.