Sometimes I think I need to do something. Make something happen.
And then, when the big things in life happen, the big plot twists and course rechartings, the big climaxes of the mini-story-arcs and the flow that follows…I take a step back and breathe and watch and realize that I never needed to make those things happen, they were unfolding and I have been a midwife to birthing the moments.
My job is to show up and be present and bring love and be awake and be compassion.
Cheers to the unfolding of craftsmanship and refined gentle touch.
Oh yeah something died.
And this fresh body
with its alien form
all falls away
“go, child of the stars, go forth into a world, love it with everything you are, and yet, hold on to nothing for it all falls away.”
all form dies
all things die
towards what lies beyond
that is formless
and that words dissolve on their way towards
we don’t cover our eyes
we let the light in
and the light out