...We struggle, we grow weary, we grow tired, we are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair. We give up, we fall down, we let go, we cry. We are empty we grow calm, we are ready. We wait quietly.
A small shy truth arrives. Arrives from without and within. Arrives and is born. Simple, steady, clear. Like a bell. Like flame. Like rain in summer. A precious truth arrives and is born within us. Within our emptiness.
We accept it, we observe it, we absorb it. We surrender to our bare truth. We are nourished, we are changed. We are blessed. We rise up.
For this we give thanks...
I don't know how I got here but for the moment I will accept the charge and let this blog exist. No way to find out where it can go if I keep putting it into the virtual trash can.
...raising my glass to all the bloggers out there who don't shy away from writing the post and then hitting publish...
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