sifting through sand

If you are lost. If nothing makes sense anymore.

If all your reference points have collapsed.

If the old life is crumbling now.

If the mind is foggy, tired, busy.

If the organism is exhausted and longs to rest. Celebrate. Trust.

This is a rite of passage, not an error.

You are healing in your own original way. Contact the ground now.

Breathe. In, out. Make room for the visitors: The sorrow, doubt, fear, anger.

An ancient emptiness -They just want to be felt.

They just want to pass through. You are a vessel, not a separate self.

You are a sky, not the passing weather. An old life is falling away.

A new life is being born.

Others may not understand.

But trust anyway.


Contact the ground.

~Jeff Foster

you know how to do this…..

inquiry for today~ somewhere I know too…..

silky truths

You never talk about your regrets.

Don’t you have any?

I guess, but I don’t like

to call them regrets.

I refer to them as wonderings.


Because I always wonder what

would have happened if things

had played out differently.

But to name my past decisions

mistakes or regrets is foolish.

If I chose something,

it was the right choice at the time.

We never purposefully make mistakes;

we only call them that in hindsight.

~Amanda Torroni

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