09/11/2025
I am not timing my meditations.
I am dancing.
I am not abandoning the body,
for the sake of ‘productivity’.
I am breathing with slow, anchored attention.
I am not participating in the games
of competition, comparison, or judgment.
I am serving.
I am surrendering more deeply.
I am looking to nature.
I am quieting the noise.
I am bringing only a book.
I am turning on more ‘airplane mode’.
I am narrowing my circle.
I am sitting peacefully in saying no.
I am eating simply.
I am emptying my closet.
I am trusting my waves and my cycles and seasons.
I am opening my heart in evermore vulnerable ways, with the sisters and brothers who are safely offering to help hold it.
I am waking up by morning bird song.
I am falling asleep to the lullaby of rice field frogs and wild, unknown insects.
I am painting.
I am remembering it is not all mine to hold.
I am watching this animal body and sentient mind.
I am reaching out.
I am turning in.
I am giving with my whole, present heart.
I am cocooning with my entire, gentle being.
I am rooting into the ground with every trembling moment.
I am accepting the imperfection.
I am bowing to being just one part.
I am nourishing life.
I am honoring death.
I am witnessing the infinite complexity and impossible simplicity in between the two.
I am laughing, crying, sneezing.
I am creating myself into love.
I am looking to the Bodhi tree.
I am unfolding.
I am unfolding.
I am unfolding.