Morning Light

Ah.

The morning light
So stunningly
Softens 
The trees.

Peaking over the mountain,
Blessing us
With 
Gentle
Possibilities
For this new day.

I walk,
I breathe,
I ponder.

This question races through me:

How to embrace
All of it?

How to accept
All
Of
It?

How to relax
Into
All
Of 
It?

ALL OF IT.
~~~
Not just the parts of me that I can abide—

Not just the  parts of me that I can almost-respect—

My resilience.

My humor.

My hope.

How about the other parts?

My anxiety,
My galloping-onward-anxiety.

My hungry ghosts,
Still hungry when I’m full.

Wanting 
Something Else,
When nothing,
Absolutely nothing
Is needed.

How to relax into the
Whole that I am?

How to soften into
My brokenness,
My emptiness,

That place still untouched
By decades
Of 
Evidence-based
Data,
That assures me:

IT IS OKAY AS IT IS.
~~~

Driving home, 
Soft light,
Half-listening to public radio.
Half-hearing the realities
Of this upcoming election season.
Half-believing the possibilities
Of disaster.

Soft light.
Half-listening.
Half-hearing.
Half-believing.

How to be present
For all of it?

The beautiful morning light
And
The hideous political news.

The mornings of energy 
And possibility,

The nights of exhaustion,
Drained and emptied
By a perfectly
Fine
Day.

How to be available
To each moment,
No matter
The
Content 
Of that moment,

Both internally and
Externally.
~~~
Sorry folks.
No answers live in this blog,

No answers.

Just the practice.

To remember.
And
To honor the forgetting.

To allow the forgetting.
The “lapse”
Into
The fear
The aloneness.

And know that each
Is as sacred as the other.

All is Grace
Showing up
As me.
~~~

Dear Friends, I have one thing to say about this following link from Playing for Change:

DANCING IS MANDATORY.

Let’s dance together and alone!

Let’s dance to celebrate the whole of us

As well as the fragment.

To the healed and holy, and to the constricted and denied.

DANCING IS MANDATORY.