I feel a churning.
A blood pumping, heart beating sensation.
It started as frustration, as fear, as anxiety, as pain.
It settled but kept returning in different guises.
Now it’s back, but with a different stirring.
It’s a call to action.
A call to be, to become, to release.
It does not have a name yet.
Its face is still a blur.
But I feel it, mixing up maybes inside of me.
And I know, I know, it needs to be held, sat with, listened to, given room to grow and become.
Then, ultimately, it needs to be channeled into good, into existence, into living.
It needs to be released.