I Allow My Light to Remember Its Way of Seeing
I Allow My Light to Remember Its Way of Seeing
A reflection on presence, grounding, and remembering ourselves in uncertain times..
This image came to me while I was simply being here.
Not trying.
Not asking.
Not reaching for meaning.
Just present.
There is a certain kind of presence where the body softens first.
Where the breath finds the ground on its own.
Where the mind loosens its grip and something older begins to move.
That is where this arrived.
I saw the light moving through my hair, and I understood it not as fantasy, not as decoration, but as signal.
As communication.
As memory.
They say our hair is an antenna for intuition.
And in that moment, I felt it.
Not as belief.
As sensation.
As awareness traveling through strands, through skin, through the quiet listening of the body.
Light language, not meant to be read.
Only felt.
Only remembered.
The green came with it.
Soft.
Alive.
Grounding.
The kind of green that steadies the nervous system.
That brings us back into the body.
That reminds us we are held by the earth even when everything feels uncertain above it.
Green does not rush.
Green grows.
Green knows how to regenerate after being trampled, burned, forgotten.
And right now
in these times we are living in
when the air feels heavy with noise
when the chest tightens without a clear reason
when so many of us are carrying grief, anger, fear, exhaustion, all at once
this kind of remembering feels essential.
I realized something then.
I already hold all the light that I am.
I am not meant to chase it in moments of collapse.
I am not meant to summon it in moments of fear.
I allow my light to remember its way of seeing.
Not the way I learned to stay alert.
Not the way I learned to scan, brace, prepare for impact.
But the way my being sees when it feels safe enough to soften.
There are moments when I forget this.
When the collective tension seeps into my muscles.
When my breath shortens.
When my inner world feels crowded by everything happening out there.
And then
if I pause
if I let the green ground me
if I let my intuition speak through sensation rather than thought
something steadies.
Not because the world has changed.
But because my relationship to it has.
I am not here to overpower the darkness.
I am here to see clearly within it.
I am not here to burn myself out trying to fix what feels broken.
I am here to remain luminous and rooted at the same time.
A beacon does not chase ships.
It stands.
It holds.
It trusts its placement.
And this light I carry
this seeing
this quiet intelligence
is not unique to me.
It lives in all of us.
Especially now.
Especially when the world feels unsteady and loud.
So I let my light see again.
Through presence.
Through grounding.
Through the deep intelligence of the body remembering itself.
I allow my light to remember its way of seeing.
And in that remembering
I remember that I am here
I am grounded
I am alive
and I am not alone.
— DeAn’Na Medley
A reflection on presence, grounding, and remembering ourselves in uncertain times..