One season of life can feel like the whole story while it is happening, especially when that season lasts a long time. But perhaps a season is still only one part of a much longer life…This poem is a way into the question of what it could mean to simply stay with that difference between what feels complete in the moment and what may still exist beyond it.
perhaps, after so long,
there is still more to you.
the parts of your aliveness
that became much harder to feel
still carry that depth,
and even inside the deepest nights,
something in you
has somehow remained here.
there are still whole ways of living
you have not reached yet.
in a life that has known many seasons,
may possibility belong here, too.
may life become wider, deeper,
and more spacious
than the way one season feels.
may there be room for you
to discover what else
can still be possible.
may that possibility find you
in forms you recognize.
– Morgan Harper Nichols
