“This cannot wait,” I am told. We inhale it in the air we breath. Continue to improve upon the past. We drink it in the water. Tomorrow can…… Read more “Balance is the Foundation”
I ain’t no saint, that’s for sure. In reality, I’m just a mess. And I think it’s better that way.
As I lay in bed, in the thin space before sleeping, the only thing I could think was, “Where is my Self if I am on the receiving end of everything?” If I live in gratitude and indebtedness to Life as it comes to me, always and everywhere, Self seems so utterly overrated. What’s the use of a Self? I am not a self-made man. I am not autonomous or inevitable. In that moment I felt the dissolution of my self. “Dissolution”… the breaking apart or loosening or untying. Turning from a solid into a fluid state.