The Life That’s Here

We spend so much of today worrying about tomorrow that we forget this is the life we’ve been waiting to live.

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No matter the worries, frustrations, and anxieties; the fantasies and grand illusions; the madness of trying to make sense of people and the way of things, we don’t get today back once it’s gone.

Life rarely turns out how we imagine it. Our imagination is a fantastic, atemporal exploration of possibilities, shaped by who we are in the moment. Yet life does work out for all involved. We just have a habit of painting the world with the same old palette rather than seeing it for what it really is.

Our attachments to time and expectations undoubtedly cause us pain. Most often, what we believe we want isn’t what we need.

We tend to be more comfortable (familiar) with emptiness and wanting than fulfillment and achieving, with lack rather than abundance. Perhaps there’s still a lesson to be learned there.

When we want something so desperately to work, or expect it to provide the magic answer to all this weight and waiting, it can’t possibly fill the vast crater inside us with a mere sprinkling of sweet rain.

What if we’ve set the very parameters we now need to move beyond? What’s present on our path may reveal more of our capabilities than we realize, along with our insatiable curiosity.

Even when a heavy moment offers little solace or clarity, there’s often more going on than what’s immediately evident.

Wherever we are, we are not alone.

When we share what emerges through our art and other offerings, someone out in the collective may resonate with it, perhaps finding a deeper understanding of their own story of reality. Our authentic creativity penetrates to the heart of all matter; it sings a lullaby to the child inside all who, in that co-creative moment, need to hear it.

Be and do what you love, how you can, when you can, with whom you can. Don’t worry so much about perfect circumstances, for they may never be.

You are more capable than you know, especially within the so-called limited means you may feel forced to work with. Limitations are a blessing to an artist.

Carpe diem