We’re all part of this grand play, and it’s in the moments of stillness that I see how the smallest shifts carry the most profound meaning.
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When I step back from the doing and simply observe, the set pieces fall into place, the players move confidently through etheric rehearsal, and the song nearly sings itself.
This grand play demands the full depth of me, yet the tighter I try to grasp the handle, the looser my grip becomes. The play, in its entirety, is the thing — not just one prop, one set, one mistake, one missed or blessed moment, but all of them woven together.
Nothing has meaning except the meaning we give it. Yet it feels hollow without the richness of every breath and every step that brought us here. To discount, deny, or disregard any part of our extraordinary journey is to shortchange the gratitude we seek to embody in moments of joyful ease and hard-won presence.
We may appear to age, to grow, to progress, to achieve; we may believe life continues with or without us. But try to imagine non-existence… My words are nothing without you, the reader.
“Now” is the ever-changing, ever-forming locus of all that is. It cares little for our attempts to confine it with logic or literal definition. All the maths, physics, and spirits inevitably converge into one.
Through presence and authenticity, the flow is realized — even if it’s only in flashes. Self-judgment becomes irrelevant. Let go, and let love permeate the hard places while fortifying the soft.
We’re well into the second act now, presumably. Bring up the lights. This upcoming scene? It changes everything…
Solvitur ambulando