Learning to Stand Still

I have something for you. What if, instead of always running, we stood still?

I yearned for space … somewhere to show up messy and confused … and Tea heeded my call. She filled the container of this morning, bringing peace and beloved jaku.

Once more I feel a part of something I cannot comprehend, a well from which the universe flows. Tea holds me and I feel safe, supported, complete.

These moments stoke the fire of my soul and give me so much hope. I cannot fail with this force behind me … I cannot ever be lost. No matter the situation I will always find myself safe, held, loved. Every moment of presence, every cry for help, exclamation of joy, only brings me closer to that which feeds us all. I am everything, everywhere, all the time … can I remember to listen? Can I remember to open my heart and bare my soul? Can I remember that I am never separate?

The beauty of this world astounds me … it is such an honor to be, to grow, to witness the magic and Mystery of this life. To feel the air in my lungs, the sun hitting my eyes, the sand underneath my feet. To wait for my lover to come home … to smell the tea leaves … to feel the small clay handle in my fingertips as I pour myself two more bowls …