Appreciating What I can, Being With What I Can't
when I forget
what it is to remember
remind me of this—
that there is poetry
and laughter
and happiness—
that I can choose and make mine.
that that which holds me,
holds you too.
that hope and despair
are both currents
running through me,
just like the vast warm and cold currents running through earth’s body,
and that I—
I can hold them both. Just like the ocean.
there are a lot of changes going around. in the world, yes, but here I mean, in my own personal corner of this universe.
it is overwhelming. how do I stay grounded? How do I keep finding my footing? how do I let go of my desire–nay, this need–to have it all perfect?
that’s what I’m contemplating, and living, and practising. trying to have an awareness of that center inside from which I am flowing out. to feel myself tethered to that center consciously, and in awareness.
(oh, and to let go of that tight grip I have on my idea of . . . having things work out perfectly . . . or of lining everything up perfectly before I go into it)–such thoughts! much contemplation! 😛 till, as Nicole says, next time!
Practising Appreciation 