Becoming is slower than I expected.
Less clean than I thought it would be.
But something is changing.
Not loud.
Not some big arrival moment.
Just a quiet, steady shift.
Less reactivity.
More space.
More choice.
The shadow still shows up (regularly).
The body still feels it (often).
But I don’t move the same inside of it anymore.
I can feel I’m not who I was.
And I’m not fully who I’m becoming yet either.
I’m in that in-between space.
Emerging.
Ebbing + flowing.
Becoming again. and again. and again.
And for the first time…
I’m not rushing it.
Damn it, this is hard work.
I’ve been putting my Dirt Codes into music lately…and it’s landing.
Producing, shaping, curating…(yes, Ai is part of it)… but it’s my heart, my design, my expression.
This one is Ebb & Flow
Dirt Code 05 of 44.
A reminder to move with “it” when life feels chaotic… or completely stuck.
Change is happening either way.
This is about learning to ride it…
not fight it.
Whatever it is we are processing.
Here are the lyrics:
It ebbs and it flows
It comes and it goes
It washes ashore
then it pulls me back home
I’ve felt this before
in another familiar time
The tide remembers
what I keep trying to outrun
Nothing stays
Nothing’s gone
It just moves
and moves on
Life’s been a wild ride
yeah, I know
But looking back now
I can see the code
When I pushed too hard
I broke the flow
When I softened up
it carried me home
Nature doesn’t hurry
nature doesn’t stall
It rises and falls
to refine us all
Nothing stays
Nothing’s gone
It just moves
and moves on
I don’t fight the wave
I learn the ride
I don’t force the timing
I trust the tide
In rhythm
I mend
Out of rhythm
I BEND
I come back
again
Ebb and flow
ebb and flow
Nothing lost
nothing owed
Ebb and flow
ebb and flow
I come back
I come home
They try to tune you
with pills and noise
But they don’t teach breath
to girls and boys
They don’t teach seasons
or reasons why
The dark comes first
before the light
Like glass in the ocean
stone in the stream
The rhythm shapes
what I’m meant to be
I don’t fight the wave
I stay alive
I don’t force the moment
I trust the tide
In rhythm
I heal
Out of rhythm
I feel
Then I return
again
I honor the rise.
I honor the fall.
I move with the rhythm.
That’s the oath.
That’s the law.
Read the code.
Nature’s law.