Patience, Non-attachment and Giving Space (Copy)

This is how I feel today. Seeing the muddled colors of the horizon, bright and murky at once. Me standing, my giving hands raising up little drops of light, toasting the uncertainty of what is to come. How do I give birth to another dimension? How do I open to a level of consciousness that I don’t have the framework to comprehend? I don’t know…

I am truly feeling my way …

My experience is, that to birth something: an idea, a creative project, a fleshy babe, I have to be patient. Processes take time - a time that is their own, not measured in our traditional tick-tock seconds on the clock kind of way, but more of a fluid, lava flowing kind of way. The current ebbs and flows, peaks and pauses. There are moments of rush and of long suspended infinity as breath weaves through.Patience is a deep faith, that whatever I am waiting for WILL arrive. It is on its way. To be patient means to outgrow myself…just when I feel I have reached the extent of what I can suspend, I can pause more. I can remain open, I can give space. I can push back my edges and open and open and open to let this creation claim its life. I can reel in my ego and let it dissolve or at least put it behind me and ask it to be support and not lead. I dance a mysterious dance with creator. One in which I am embraced and held. Ah, to be held, dancing encircled with strength that lifts and fortifies me. A power that would never hurt me.

Non-attachment is the profound trust in possibility. When I dwell in expectation, I limit myself to only one occurrence- one that I can conceive of in my limited, finite human understanding and vision. I believe, however, in limitless and infinite possibility that I expand to when I partner with great spirit, creator, Sacred Life Force. That consciousness lives in the silence, the space between, in that exquisite moment (albeit sometimes prolonged) of the leap of faith.

So, here I stand- waiting, breathing, open, Trusting, Loving…

”But s/he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.”

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