Hanging On ...

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go."   Herman Hesse 

There are so many options to life, it is quite exciting when one appears when we least expect it. We may have been yearning for a change but may become overwhelmed when it appears. We may be worried about having the strength to reveal our plans to others or question our ability to stand before other's criticism.

We have the unfortunate tendency to hang on to what we know rather than risking adventure. We may desire to hang on to what we have until a perfect scenario arrives all wrapped up in a perfect package. The truth is we do not have to jump ship all at once. We can release the need to rush and let things unfold.

The Universe really is quite good at providing us with gifts, even though many of them go unnoticed. When aware, we slowly gather tidbits that when gathered together begin to form a reasonable plan. There is no rush, no race, but rather a well-paced gait towards a door that slowly opens. 

Masterpiece by Listening

Dull The Sense of Fear

"I have been and still am a seeker,

but I have ceased to question stars and books;

I have begun to listen to the teaching

my blood whispers to me."

Herman Hesse

Demian:  Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend

When I extinguish my questions, and truly begin to listen,  I am brought to my knees by the presence in Mother Nature.  With awareness of life in all growing things, I begin to expand in recognition of the energy in objects that I usually do not think of as having life.  To touch the rough surface of a  boulder, I can feel the radiance beaming from within its large formation.  To watch the force of the raging river, the current begins to speak.  

As my eyes gaze up into the sky, I no longer seek answers to my random questions.  Just by watching the movement and shape shifting of the magnificent clouds there is a language longing to be understood.  The sun beams messages down to anyone willing to hear, just as the silvery moon speaks to those watching through tears.  The stars speak of hope and extend a willingness to be a nightly presence, dulling the sense of fear.

A rhythm silently beats in my head as all things join in unison.  It is difficult to say how all of this energy forms into the same, but in my blood, I know beyond a doubt that we are all the same.