There
is an opening, an opportunity, in the fabric of right now. A small crack
emerges with a glinting sliver of light emanating from deep within.
Gently
peeling back the edges, we can easily slip into the space. Allowing for the
wide expanse between despair and hope, or incarceration and freedom, or
any other seemingly-opposed positions, we can learn to abide in the offering at the center of this
moment. We can explore all that arises, instant by instant, because we know
that pretty soon we will find the place of moderate abidance, that peaceful
place in which we can learn to reside with any truth, or event, or consequence, with all its messiness of borderlessness.
And
as we do so, we can feel how broad and spacious and luxurious this soft-edges place is; we can feel
how this is just “meant to be.” We can blame or attribute. We can fret or we
can move forward. But this is no small confinement. It is a vast broad valley
of green and growing things.
This
just might be the geography of acceptance and faith.
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