It’s easy to think this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. And yet it is how it is … and therefore, must be also how it’s meant to be. How else could it be?
I want to be here. I want to live this life, the one I have. I want to feel it all … even appendicitis on Halloween night.
The choice isn’t between progress and compassion, but simply between caring and not caring.
Growth provokes mourning, but mourning also provokes growth … the growth of letting go and leaning into life and its lessons.
As we practice letting go and being okay – breathing, accepting, allowing – we find peace waiting gently, curled up at our feet, where it’s been all along.
Not exactly a dream, and not all skin and bones … we’re not just our stuff and yet, we’re not totally not our stuff either.