I don't know if this place is the same for everyone. For me it was almost holy, meditative, a sacred space, & also, like being engulfed in fire. It was going so far inside myself that I was floating above.
From there, we looked like two birds locked in a bubble, holding hands & I had fallen & I was hot, very hot. & the fact that I was hot seemed to be the easiest feeling to grasp beyond your hands not letting go. Everything loud & unbearably vivid, & also, trance-like.
I don't remember if my eyes were open or closed, & I don't remember what the people talking to me said, only that there was a voice reverberating from within telling me to breathe, breathe, though I was panicked, & your hands were warm. & still, I don't understand & I understand at once how one can be so calm & so scared simultaneously.
The calm told me "if a woman can birth a baby, you can do this." & I did, though honestly, I had no other choice. You will find you can do anything if you will it, especially when you're pushed past your limits.
I'm sure it wasn't that graceful. I'm sure I was more like a deer, panic-stricken by the sudden oncoming of headlights & then - slam of metal - & there was definitely a lot of profanity involved &, I heard tell, I was a demanding ass of a passenger on my first ambulance ride. (I'm sorry, dear helpers, whoever you are. You were saints & I was out of my mind).
I'm not telling this because I want you to feel sorry me. Everyone deals with hardship in one form or another, no one is immune to life's unexpected accidents. I'm telling it because I've always written, because it's my way of problem-solving. & it helps to share, helps to know that others might find some familiarity in my words, or else, that they might see something entirely new because of them.
I'm telling this because sometimes it's as if I'm transported back to that moment where I plummet, again and again and again.
& that, I've got to let go of. Because I know, deep down in that sacred space, that there is no winning if fear is in control. so, I must find that inner calm & learn to cradle it, learn to be it.
I'm telling this because I have no choice, it has to come out.
Sometimes I feel like I have lived a thousand lives, & in this one I am still a child - eyes wise & wild. still, I am old enough to know, I know nothing at all. But I'm learning. I know that time moves differently depending on the day. Know it's possible to be both happy & sad, brave & scared. & that's called being human. Or better, that's called being.
& I like this being thing. No matter what life throws. I know I am lucky, & loved. I know I can be brave. I know that whatever I desire resides within me, that I have the power to will it if I really want it.
& that's Redbrick fire, & it's fueled by me & it's fueled by you. & for that, I am thankful.