The Courageous Act of Honoring Your Pace
Everyone has a different natural pace, in a different season, during a different time
When you are young, the body seeks adventure. When you are middle-aged, the body naturally begins to crave stable roots. And when you are elderly, the body slows, digests its life, and in that – naturally needs more rest.
In Human Design, there are initiators and finishers. There are overseers and ground workers. There are wise guides and pure mirrors. All are intelligently designed to play an essential part in the ecosystem. Suffering is trying to do and be it all — and being robbed of the joy of your unique role.
In Astrology, the mutable signs arrive bearing the elemental winds of change — joyfully basking in impermanence. Cardinal signs begin a new season holding the blueprint of that entire element, imbued with both the dreaming and the doing. Fixed signs slowly march in and take what the Cardinal sign seeded, seeing it through with tenacity and depth. Then, just when the fixed sign cannot take it any deeper, in comes the mutable energy with rainfalls of completion and mists of beginning anew.
Nature and the Cosmos mirror the generous wisdom of right pace
They hum the omnipresent tones of truth that, just like Earthly and Celestial bodies — you have a unique rhythm, timing, and movement that lives beyond rights and wrongs.
Perhaps the schooling system, your household, or simply the jarring rapidness of social media has subtlely yet ruthlessly hypnotized you into thinking that your moth-winged nervous system, long processing time, and bodies love of space is too slow for this world and safety means keeping up.
Maybe your soirees into zen, meditation, and other esoteric arts and sciences have left you feeling like your gorgeous ADD brain, innovative jack-rabbit-esque thinking processes, and humming-bird winged pace of creativity are wrong.
It could be that this time last year, you were bursting at the seams – ripe with ideas, projects, and what felt like a direct line into a fountain of pure life force. And now, the following Spring, your body is tired, asking for less activity and more rest.
Perhaps you have found yourself comparing your current pace to last year, unconsciously pedestaling and othering.
The Earth is fiercely dynamic
Just when you think you have your garden running smoothly, a swell of new pests, weeds, pains, and projects arises. Fairies perch on leaves laughing at you for thinking gardening would be anything but beautiful always-incomplete chaos.
Early springtime ephemerals disappear as quickly as they arrive — gracing those of us above ground with their blooms for sometimes as little as 48 hours. Reminding us that our flowering seasons can be just as fleeting yet spectacularly beautiful.
Indigineous forest tending practices included consistent controlled burns. The intentional introduction of the dynamic element of fire, or — purposeful purification — is the very thing that allowed the forest to thrive. Reminding us generative Earth tending practices are just as dynamic as our bodies needs.
Wherever you are in the world
…whatever seasons are bubbling within and without — know that you have a dynamic pace unto yourself.
A timing braided into the deepest heartbeat of the Earth and the highest chorus of celestial bodies. A rhythm that an off-paced world may have told you is too this or not enough that.
Yet, it’s in your courageous willingness to honor the drumming of your song and the walk of your nature — that you gently extricate yourself from the artificiality of who you’ve been told you should be…
And become the wellspring of belonging that you are.
You belong to the Earth.
You belong to the Sky.
You belong.
