Hello beautiful human,
Every day I live into open-ended trust in an unknown future that unfolds day by day, an unscripted life. It’s a choice.
In remembering my values and writing, walking, working from that grounding, across the weeks a life takes shape. Some days I’m too mired in the middle of it to have a very good view, and everything feels pretty much like a muddle. What am I doing again? Why? Moving by instinct doesn’t always make sense to the rational side of me. The side that likes order, routine, to-do lists. That likes to think I can know what’s coming, and prepare myself.
Today, this morning, I have the bandwidth to remind myself that we never know what’s coming. Authenticity, creativity, joy, compassion, curiosity, gratitude are themes I want to center. To that list I would add a wild receptivity I have learned only in the past couple of years, an animal patience. That quality used to be limited to how I wrote poems. Now it’s more how I live a whole life. As I woke up today a thought floated into my head: Washing the dishes is a poem.
I’m still trying to feel into that one.
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