the great blue mystery

it's when the waves get rough, you gotta stop flailing and go into that place called trust. the minute you step away from the foundation of your breath you are heavy as a stone, all bound energy and frozen at the inhale. The perpetual inhale. Everything feels solid as a brick, certain as death. Down to the bottom you go......

(exhale)

it's my reminder to myself. Can we all agree that time is speeding up? exponentially, it feels like. I long to be in the woods RIGHT now or seaside. Somewhere where the rhythm makes sense  to my senses. my cells. I don't even know how to account for how I'm living my time which means I'm flailing in some ways. Not breathing.

(exhale)

The paradox is that when I take the time to STOP and breathe and slow down and, yes, go to the woods, listen, be....I will have more time. The slower I go, the more ground I cover. The faster I speed, the more ground I lose.

I KNOW this. And knowing it and doing it in the world I live in ,that requires me to wake up at x time and show up for x hours and do, do, do so that I can earn x dollars so I can support this priority of being, are two friends arguing from across the room.
Whew!
I know there are ways to leave the grid and do it differently, but I'm not there right now. That's where community comes in. Where we return to listening to who we are and what we have to offer and we follow that singing muse inside of us that says "follow me...even if, even though, it makes no sense, turns you into a fool, a lost wanderer, a vagabond...follow me and your crazy, wise heart into the great blue." Where  in ,yes, I realize, this is utopia, everyone is following that call and so offering what they do best and so contributing to the support and foundation we all need from each other in order to fully fly.

(inhale)
(exhale)

Meanwhile, breathing where I am right now, with what I am, with what I have, is my path. My best foot forward.

trusting. breathing.

(and still, always, thanking...)