In expecting, we create our version of something that—despite being new—feels the same. Mundane. There is opportunity cost (diminishing joy) in sameness.
As I uncover more of myself I see that I desire control more than I had realized—in more subtle ways, more insidious, quiet ways.
Do you ever enter that precious space of now, where sight, smell, mind all align— where breath rises and falls— where all is present and therefore love, and therefore blissful, […]
I hope you don’t fear starting over, and know that you can begin fresh at any time. I hope you’re comfortable enough to— scrap it all, burning like fire, purifying […]
If we will fully allow life’s less than comfortable to touch us— ceasing avoiding, numbing… Halting our disconnecting, our distracting; reaching away from our center. And, instead let them be— softening, allowing space for them to move through […]
Life recently, is picking up speed. More of a whirlwind— yet I am more frequently touching its center. Briefly—but fully. Quality in a blink of quantity. A momentary expansion, beyond mind. […]
Holding on and letting go—two ends of a spectrum.
And as such, one is passive—one is more active.
I once believed that letting go was the harsh thing—
and holding on the quiet response.
But as my world flips, for the umpteenth time, inside out—
I see that the reverse is true.