This I know for sure: we are all of the nature to die. And we would do well to view this day – each day – as precious, as we can all go at any time.
Live it up baby – take a risk – shine – do that thing you’ve been aching to do – put yourself out there and be one with not the many but the few who learn how to transform their situation from within.
The way I see it, love is the destination we set our compass to travel in, our collective destination with only new beginnings and no end, a path that swells, quakes, cracks, and bends in rhythm from the gravity of our own intentions.
We’ve grown unaccustomed to the fluid, grounded, rooted raw potency of her allure – we need to remedy our disconnection from her wisdom, view her not as separate but as an extension of who we are, and stand bare-footed in her graces.
On Stillness, Silence, Solitude, Sovereignty, and Slowing Down
The s-word tying all of these delicious, unfamiliar words together is spaciousness, which has to do with inserting slivers of conscious awareness in the heart of our being – an opening in the clouds that allows for the possibility of seeing things more clearly and then percolating amid what comes up.
Heaviness is stifling and lightness of disposition is a virtue and I’d rather laugh at myself for looming in the fray of upheaval then berate myself for being human in the may-lay of every day’s ups and downs. Life is too short to take it so seriously – disregard all that you’ve found that doesn’t jive with this philosophy, in order to make the art of letting go pave the road of life’s amazing journey.