cleaving tender_square “one of my patients used the word ‘cleaving’ the other day to describe how she was clinging to something and i thought, ‘oh, no, that means to cut away.’” turns out the word means both, to split and to adhere. “how do you see these two parts of your life converging?” she asked me. “i’ve been giving this some thought,” i said, “and the truth is, i don’t. they can’t.” i am living two lives and both of them are authentic; one life is the person that i am, the other is the life of the person that i will be. “so you feel that if you were to try to reconcile these two sides, you’d be forced to choose?” “exactly. and i don’t want to do that. because if i was forced to make a decision, i know what i'd pick and i’m not ready yet.” but that’s not the full reason. “there is more left for me to do where i am, for him and me, both.” she told me that i’m embodying that word, cleaving; i am both holding on to what i know while also separating into what i sense awaits me. she’s worried, she said this is very psychologically taxing territory. i assured her that i’m okay and it’s not something i say lightly. “i have a life filled with abundance, and i am so grateful. my needs are being met in every possible way. i am surrounded by so much beauty.” 211109 what's it to you? who go blather from