We all face the turning point: when resisting the flow of inner events suddenly feels more hurtful than leaping toward the unknown. Yet no one can tell us when to leap. There is no authority to bless our need to enter life but the Got within. How often we thwart ourselves by holding tenaciously to what is familiar. Yet as spirits in bodily form, we have the chance to tighten and bloom more than once. But even spirits, if turned in on themselves enough, may grow accustomed to being closed. Unlike roses, however, the human chamber can be shut down for years, and still, it takes but one breath from the true center and we will flower. It has always amazed and humbled me how the risk to bloom can seem so insurmountable beforehand and so inevitably freeing once the threshold of suffering is crossed. ~Mark Nepo
when the garden is overflowing and the day is forever long…..
inquiry for today~ can you live as if this day is perfection?
If to hunt or hide is twin-edged madness,
then faith’s the courage to risk and receive.
I close my eyes and am impaled by light.