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Breathe and Listen

The contradictory feelings of hope and hopelessness, meaning and flatness, anxiety and rest. The shakiness and uncertainty in the belly. The tightness in the throat. The raw breaking inside the heart. The joy that at times is there, but doesn’t seem to be sustainable.

All the techniques, the teachings, the things to manifest, the new beliefs to take on, the worn-out ideas about the true source of peace, aliveness, and flowing abundance. Perhaps there were once answers to these questions, but now there is no answer to be found. Only a burning where the questions once existed.

This burning is the doorway, the portal, pure evidence of the connection.

A cosmic sort of exhaustion can come at times, where we find ourselves in the liminal, between one moment and the next. We can’t quite go back to the way it was, but the rebirth has yet to appear. There is a creativity in the liminal but it can seem out of reach. Can we marinate in the womb of now, and tend to the sense of groundlessness in transitions? Can we find refuge in the unknown while waiting for the darkness to be illuminated? There are signs and symbols and guidance all around moving through us, but their appearance is governed by a timeline written outside of time/space as we know it.

As we witness a new day arise, as we experience awe at the gift that is being given… the breath is there. The heart is quivering. The birds have come. Sounds from the other world, another opportunity to hear, to behold the miracle of the senses. The sun has come up again. The moon is hiding nearby waiting her turn. For just one moment, the veil parts and the perfection is there awaiting our participation. Breathe. Breathe. Deepen into the in between, the unknowing . . . Let your breath be the single constant that will take you through the unknown to a renewed sense of your self and your relationships.

Your life is not an unending self-improvement project and your heart is not a venture to be undertaken, mastered, and completed. Perhaps today was never going to be the day when you figured it all out, got all your questions answered, or resolved the contradictions. It's just too wild for all that. Just too creative. Just too alive. Breathe . . . Breathe again . . . Your breath will carry you into the next moment, to safety and stability and then into the in-between once more.

Today may not be the day for answers, but it might be the day to let your heart break open to the vastness of the question. To fall to the ground as a humble lover of the mystery. Breathe and continue to listen . . . Breathe and listen . . . Breathe and listen . . . Breathe and listen . . .

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