I sit within myself as I can do nothing else and watch others provide beautiful examples of what it means to live full, truthful, adventurously and most of all courageously. Most would say I provide the same insight… but if I am not always searching to strengthen and grow I think myself dead, or even worse; lifeless. So, I look to others for inspiration as always, watching them trip, fumble and fall toward betterment. I cry for them but not in sadness but for the camaraderie i feel with them. This is where I find my sense of community.
I watch her. She proves to me over and over to just stand in truth, as best you can and everything else will undoubtedly fall into place. Like puzzle pieces magically aligning to their partners to make the picture come into focus much faster than if you were to manhandle with dexterity and control each piece. She stands for herself and the magic pulls the pieces into the prettiest picture and I am drooling all over it with my cucumber eyes.
Now it’s my turn. I am grabbing for the reigns of control knowing that if I just trust and let go.. I will find my own pretty picture.
