Isn't it funny how we can be crystal clear one moment and so hesitant the next? It is so easy to judge ourselves for this.
Wishy washy, flaky, ungrounded... all sorts of words can come and whisper mean things in our ear.
What if if we needed this back and forth movement, this waves-like dance of revisiting, checking in, deepening, in order to come home to us? What if every step of the dance was important, and if without even one of them, we would not experience the whole gift?
What if we could celebrate our (and others') tender humanness in fully exploring the yeses of one moment and the nos of the next? What if we could accompany ourselves all the way to the shore of the decision, without abandoning our softness, along the way?
The moment will come. It may be today, or it may be next year. And when it comes, we will know fully, with our bodies as well as with our hearts, that we have arrived. At the perfect time.
SCARED OF THE SACRED