Day 2, a poem a day in the month of may

catharsis

Hi friends,

Today’s word is catharsis.

It’s originally a Greek word, meaning “purification” or “cleansing”

How do we find hope through catharsis? That is our question today.

I can’t wait to read what you’ve written, and I’m sending so much love and care to everyone holding this space for yourselves to ask these questions.

Photo by Riccardo Annandale on Unsplash

Let Go

My very first ride was necessary,
because I was grieving.
I had no idea how to begin the journey,
but what I knew was that
my body had been holding all that grief
for far too long, punishing herself
along the way to healing.

My body, in not knowing herself,
had forgotten how to let go,
how to embody, how to begin again.
So, I let her, an invitation to start,
to believe that she should and could.

Every movement of my legs,
every word of encouragement
seemed to bring forth endless tears,
but suddenly, a release, a letting go,
the grief a little less heavy,
the walls around me a little more
crumbled, a little less secure,
the inner lightbulb illuminating
every dusty corner of my soul.

Every moment of embodiment
is an opportunity to cleanse,
to ask how we show up to our grief,
how we acknowledge our grief,
and how we let our grief go,
if only for a moment,
if only for a 10 minute Peloton ride,
if only for a 2-hour climbing session,
if only for a little while, in order to
find our way back home again.