in the end
on the breaking that makes way
Welcome to your weekly Portal. I hope it finds you in the quiet.
THE THRESHOLD
Right now the world is full of things that have been held down for too long. Truths suppressed, voices silenced, grief unacknowledged, rights denied. We too feel the pressure of what cannot be contained indefinitely, our bodies bearing the brunt of our unexpressed true selves.
The temptation is to manage it. To preserve what passes for order at the cost of what is real. But truth, like water, always finds its way around every obstacle, through every crack, toward its true destination. We can delay it. We can’t stop it. We are no match for our true nature.
And in the end, once we loosen our grip, this is not a threat but a relief. The poem this week is not interested in management. It’s about what happens when life, in pursuit of itself, refuses to be stopped. It asks us gently, but without flinching to let it.
THE POEM
IN THE END from Reunion Songs Finally, when what was held tight in the bud for so long bursts open, there will be no containment. There is nothing more unstoppable than a hidden truth breaking free. Have you ever seen the Sun take the sky so thoroughly, cleaving the blackest clouds open, waters rupturing, or Earth ripped apart, reclaiming what was theirs all along? Against all odds and obstacles, life in pursuit of itself persists, and in the end many things will break. Let them.
THE PRACTICE
The poem names the breaking not as catastrophe but as liberation - the bud that can no longer be contained, the truth that will not stay hidden, the earth reclaiming what was always hers. This week’s practice is an invitation to name what is ready to break open in you.
The invitation is to simply acknowledge it, not force it - to say, honestly, what has been held too tight for too long and is ready now to be released.
You might also like to find the prompt that feels most true and write from it for five minutes without stopping:
“What I have been holding too tight is …”
“The hidden truth in me that is ready to break free is …”
“What I am ready to let break is …”
THE THREAD
This week, notice what is pressing against its container in you or in the world around you. Don’t rush to fix it or contain it further. Simply witness it. Life in pursuit of itself persists. Trust that.
Yours in radical hope … Amanda
P.S. In the end, life in pursuit of itself persists and the Sacred Creativity Collective is where we practise that together through ritual, visualisation, poetry reading and intuitive writing. A monthly circle of people committed to creativity as a sacred and activist practice. Our next online gathering is Monday 15 June 6-7.30am AEST, under the new moon. New members welcome any time.
You are receiving this because you chose to. Thank you. If this moved something in you, would you be willing to share it? Together we can create a more just and loving world.
I love the idea of noticing what might be breaking but not fixing it or taking action. The idea of life in pursuit of itself is powerful.
Beautiful poem!