10/05/2015

Fear has its fist in me this morning, squeezing. I go to bed with Optimism, but in the morning, in these raw, as-yet-unformed and unarmored first moments, it is fear I wake up to. It's become a bit of a thing, really, in the past few months where the import of the past year + and the open slate of the coming months have collided in the mayhem of Leaving... but I know what to do...
"On the Inbreath, listen to your own heart beating. On the Outbreath, feel the air pass over your skin."
It can be that simple. And then you get up, walk by the water to get your coffee, under the screaming gulls, and soon Possibility fills you and you are ready to start your day.
What a luxury to have this time to observe, to pay close attention, and, heaven help me, to learn!
To open, to listen, to allow Information to come. This is what I'm here for. Yes.