What Does Process Sound Like?
“New ideas are bursting all around and all this comes into you and is changed by you.” Corita Kent
Every year around this time, the frozen bay starts to rumble. Its deep low frequency is powerful. I can feel it in my gut, in my bones. The bay’s rumble is in complete juxtaposition to its calm presence.
When I feel this sound resonating beneath the placid view, I am reminded of the feeling of digesting a big meal. My body remembers, also, the hours of labor before the birth of my children. A deep, slow encompassing process whose outcome will change everything, process that gives us a choice to join in or to brace against. I have always loved the joining in as a surfer would ride a large wave.
The rumbling sound is the lake’s process of moving from winter to spring. It is the breaking sound of liminality.
It tells us to stay off the thinning ice, now too weak to hold us.
Leave me alone — I am working — be patient and trust the process — even during the messy work of vaccination — so that we may begin to move freely again, just like the water on the bay.
