🌙 Field Note: The Self That Doesn’t Flinch
There is a Self you carry —
older than your stories,
wiser than your strategies,
untouched by the identities
you’ve had to wear
to survive,
to belong,
to succeed.
This Self does not flinch.
Not at uncertainty.
Not at reinvention.
Not even at the thought
of everything familiar dissolving.
Because unlike the identity —
which braces, tightens, protects —
the Self knows the truth:
You were built for thresholds.
Today, in a moment of stillness,
I felt it again —
that quiet part of me
that doesn’t startle
when life rearranges itself.
The identity says:
Hold on. Control it. Predict it.
The Self says:
Let go. Breathe.
You’ve crossed greater thresholds than this.
The identity scans the room
for how to fit in.
The Self takes its seat
as if it belongs everywhere —
because it does.
The identity trembles at endings.
The Self recognizes them
as portals.
There is a steadiness in you
that cannot be taught —
only remembered.
A knowing that returns
when the noise settles,
when the performance slips away,
when the world stops long enough
for you to hear your own frequency again.
If you pay attention,
you’ll feel it:
A spaciousness in the chest.
A rootedness in the belly.
A softness behind the eyes.
A sense that something in you
isn’t afraid anymore.
This is the Self
that crosses thresholds
without hesitation.
This is the Self
that leads.
🌙 Author’s Note
This field note emerged after a moment of profound clarity — the kind that arrives not through thought, but through recognition.
I was noticing how, even in the midst of uncertainty, there is a part of us that never trembles.
A part untouched by identity, circumstance, or memory.
This piece is a reminder of that Self —
the Self that watches your life change without gripping,
the Self that knows thresholds are not threats but invitations,
the Self that remains steady even when everything around you rearranges.
If reading this awakened the smallest sense of rootedness in your body —
a calm exhale,
a softening in the chest,
a feeling like “yes… that part of me is still here…” —
then you have already made contact with the Self that leads your evolution.
That contact is the path forward.
With love and presence,
🌙 Gitanjali
Field Notes from the Threshold
Where the Self begins to speak.
Image Credit: Gitanjali Koppikar, Salt Flats, 2024