I’m not a person who lives in the outcomes anymore. Roughly unraveled that means that for the most part I’m hanging in the present, leaning into my heart. It’s becoming a fairly unconditional place to be. Quite honestly, I find myself quietly attached to each and every moment that I am in and usually very grateful to be there. It’s a tender place, hard-earned and full of rough edges that I’ve slowly worn down, replete with hope.
It’s a good way to live and love. Tonight G and I are lying on the cruise liner; he’s munching on Ritz crackers and occasionally passes me one when I ask for it. I’m writing my blog post and he’s fluctuating between Remember the Titansand Pawn Stars. G knows both programs by heart and keeps quoting the lines to me. It’s so simple and so so absolutely perfect.
It’s not that I take life as it comes, it’s more nuanced than that; maybe it has more courage to it flavored with acceptance and is, quite frankly, a hell of a lot more serene. It’s as if I’ve arrived broken open, vulnerable, quivering in anticipation for the next moment and the next and the next; awash in love, humble and teachable, always incomparable, everlastingly transformed.
As always, Big Namaste mixed in with a ton of love and gratitude.