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We’re quick to decide whether something is good or bad. We take a looksie around a situation, add in a few metrics, layer in a few comparisons and then out pops an opinion. We may like the opinion or not. But there it is. And pretty soon The Opinion starts to grow roots. It finds validation, confirmation and self importance. It stands taller, speaks more loudly. The stronger it becomes, the tighter its hold on us. Funny thing is that this hold does not feel all that good, deep down, in the quiet parts of us. Our hearts shrink in the shadow of this certitude. Exclusivity grows tendrils of grief. The Opinion has gone from something we birthed to something that pretends to be us. We’ve been taken over. But in the softness of our humaneness, in the tenderness of our vulnerability, we can find the courage to wiggle our way out. And stand in the sunlight, almost naked but free. 🍋 And with a deep, deep lemon-mint infused breath, we can fully feel the pleasure of a wide open I Don’t Know. 
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 Asking for what we need.
Or for what we think we need. Asking for quiet. For deep conversation. Asking for help. For space to find our own inner helper. For more. For less. For silly. For real. Asking because not asking would be betraying ourselves and the ones we share life with. Asking with a soft heart, knowing that the yes or the no we receive matter much less than the gift of having asked.  We never know for sure, do we?
But something says: “go. Follow the road a bit further.” So we do. And we learn. And we discover. And we shed a few things. And we gain a few more. Our breath aligns with our step and our body gets stronger. Gradually we fear less and we love more. We realize how delicious “simple” is. |
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