The sky parts,
inviting me closer,
calling me towards something,
no path,
no plan,
to go nowhere
or everywhere.
Just go…
be free.
Is the freedom in the flying or the landing?
Going away or coming home?
Is freedom in the movement,
or the stillness,
in the belonging,
or the aloneness,
in the surrender,
or the embrace?
Freedom is not achieved.
It is a quality of mind.
Could it be that I am afraid to truly be free?
Stand in your joy!
Exude love,
kindness,
generosity.
Not because they will gain you respect
or stature
or power
or success.
But because that is who you are,
and you deserve to walk into every room before you,
swinging that door open with healthy arrogance,
ready to share your grace and goodness,
just as you are,
with those fortunate enough to be in your presence.
My old, worn out shoes,
so familiar,
form to fit my imperfect feet,
adapted over time to accommodate my lopsided gate,
carrying me faithfully in my uneven stride.
There comes that time that those beloved companions have served their purpose,
worn out in functionality,
poised for retirement.
In come the replacements,
stiff,
awkward,
shifting,
adjusting.
Blisters making way for bliss – forging new connections for movement and growth.
I don’t wanna,
but I will
because it is all happening
for me
and for my highest good,
not what I think
or feel
in this moment,
but a long lasting learning.
and knowing
that transcends
this human experience
and that’s what I’m here for.
One day this single path abruptly split in two.
The potential in both directions was intriguing and alluring,
albeit a bit daunting.
The split itself brought much spaciousness and beauty,
a chance to pause and survey the widespread landscape of the past and present,
confirming there could be no wrong steps forward,
the divide simply an invitation to reawaken to this journey
and joyfully take the next step.
Monday Mindfulness 