Starting to feel that nothing in life is as glamorous as we think it should be, it’s we who bring that. Not the , the event itself. Once we realize it is us that brings it to the situation and our way of being in it, that thing no longer has power over us and it will simply be all it needs to be because we have arrived. Because we are there.
Humans are like this tree and this tree is like life. Look to the branches. What do you see when you trace them? …Full of bumps and ugly twists, spots of beauty if that’s how you define it, dark holes and light bark, unpredictable twisty messiness, unfurling out into our own expansion when we simply follow the light and feel our roots. May we remember that we don’t have to be anything else, standing without apology like this tree.