We don’t always get to Know.
Often times we just get to Feel - and the Feel mixes with the Think.
Think. Analyze. Plot. Reason.
Pushing us towards the Know. We hope.
But the blessing is that we still can’t Google everything. There are still pools of mystery, quiet, sacred, scary and holly.
We dare to dip our toes and hearts into these pools and then lower ourselves past our bellies, where it feels so darn cold and alive and then here we are, swimming in the Feel, forgetting how badly we thought we needed the Know.
Looking at the edge and smiling from our breath.
SCARED OF THE SACRED