How wondrous is your connection with life's flow, Michelle—and capturing it in such unique ways. Your line, "I don’t need to control this moment to be safe in it" stood out to me given my wife, Joy, and I have been immersed in contemplation around the rich and essential experience of safety.
A life practice of tending to and cultivating safety in so many ways seems like a fundamental skill for being human—it is for me. My spiritual teacher share dwith me over 40 yrs ago his orientation to control—or, put another way, the illusion of control: "It may look like I am in control, but I'm not. I'm actually operating at a high level of acceptance and cooperation." I always loved this line of wisdom. I try to live my life this way, at best to be attuned to what I am accepting in the moment (eventually...everything) and cooperating with (I have choices, it can be a dance).
One last thing: I am finding myself reading your Sunday post during the week—amidst my fuller flow—and choosing to use it as a nourishing pause to savor my moments with you, with all you share, with how it stirs and reminds me of what is truly meaningful to me. A reverie of treasuring.....
Thank you truly. I am grateful that my writing stirs something within and especially the pause. The great pause in our world today beings more than ever before.
How wondrous is your connection with life's flow, Michelle—and capturing it in such unique ways. Your line, "I don’t need to control this moment to be safe in it" stood out to me given my wife, Joy, and I have been immersed in contemplation around the rich and essential experience of safety.
A life practice of tending to and cultivating safety in so many ways seems like a fundamental skill for being human—it is for me. My spiritual teacher share dwith me over 40 yrs ago his orientation to control—or, put another way, the illusion of control: "It may look like I am in control, but I'm not. I'm actually operating at a high level of acceptance and cooperation." I always loved this line of wisdom. I try to live my life this way, at best to be attuned to what I am accepting in the moment (eventually...everything) and cooperating with (I have choices, it can be a dance).
One last thing: I am finding myself reading your Sunday post during the week—amidst my fuller flow—and choosing to use it as a nourishing pause to savor my moments with you, with all you share, with how it stirs and reminds me of what is truly meaningful to me. A reverie of treasuring.....
Honoring you, Gavin
Thank you truly. I am grateful that my writing stirs something within and especially the pause. The great pause in our world today beings more than ever before.
Lovely way at looking at a past relationship or anything we miss.The way we were and who we were in that space. I love it.
Thank you. You know Slow Sundays came from our Sunday morning moments. I do miss those. ♥️