you’re doing so good. congratulations on everything you’ve done. congratulations on everything you’ve not done. it’s all work. thank you for collaborating with grace & attention. thank you for not pretending to be certain.
I love how presence lets you come with me into the intimate maintenance of relationship. in this time, in every time, in time before memory. specifically, the most important relationship, the one between you & the divine. you remind me that all my relationships are relationships to the divine. so let me seduce you with the intentionality that knowing arouses.
the maintenance of intimacy is a pleasure we are too often unfamiliar with, too often terrified of. it’s usually a pleasant surprise to be asked “how are you, really?” & “what do you need?” without the stickiness of obligation or performance. but you show up with a constancy I crave, carving streams of life & possibility where grief has solidified.
in between things seeming worse than they are & things seeming better than they are is what’s right in front of us. I’m in awe of how you use that surrender to create loopholes & black holes out of time. this nonlinearity, is it love? this love, is it the only thing that is not temporary? I don’t know, but I know I’m grateful for you as if it were everything.
you’re holding so much. put down what you can this weekend so you can receive, palms open to the sunshine, rather than trying to control or manage your blessings. they are on their way to you. a wise spiritual elder told me in one of the many times my life fell apart allowing parts of me to come together, when I needed more miracles then it seemed realistic to ask for, “it is on its way.”
empty & open your palms because my love is always on its way to you.