There is a beautiful place, underneath all the judgements and the resistance. A place of quiet stillness, where we can just observe with a gentle curiosity this thing we call life.
A place where we can hold life as if it was a little bird in the palm of our hand. Lightly held and observed with curiosity.
A place where we can just hold it all in awareness and let it be just what it is, not manufactured but authentic and real.
A place where we can see that everything changes moment by moment. The simple, the profound, it all changes. From this place we can end the pushing and pulling and just let it change and evolve as it does and as it always will.
A place where we can greet ourselves like an old friend, with open arms, an open heart and a big smile and drop the judgements, end the fight and say lets rest for a while.
A place where we can hear our inner wisdom, our intuition. In the stillness it speaks to us, telling us what we need to hear. A place where we can learn to trust this voice.
A place we can breathe, I mean really breathe, to feel the air going in and out of the lungs and to know we are fully alive in this very moment.
A place we can meet the resistance and just experience what we are feeling, beyond good or bad, not grasping or rejecting, just simple experience.
A place we can just watch our thoughts come and go, like clouds in the sky or ripples in the stream.
A place that is with us all the time even in the chaos, in the busyness, know it is there just quietly waiting, whenever you need it.
Nothing we need to become, nowhere we need to go.
A beautiful place, right here, simply in what is.