One of the most profound lessons for me this year has been learning to sit in the space that lies between the remnants of my old life and the birth of a new one. A place which has brought forth all my demons but also a little girl who got lost along the way. What is that saying about about finding our greatest treasure amongst our deepest fears? I have been making a conscious effort to keep coming back to the present moment, hard as it has been at times.
I’ve noticed through this process how much of my life I have spent in my head. The stories that we tell ourselves span past and future but within each moment we are just who and what we are and simply put, that’s alive and here. In taking one day at a time, I am beginning to see not just the magnitude of this concept but also the common sense behind it. At surface level, if we think about it, all we have at our disposal is the day we wake up to. Actually even that is not fully guaranteed but for the sake of perspective, let’s say we do. The next day is yet to happen and the day before is over, so essentially, getting caught up in a space of time that does not exist or is not in our control sounds almost foolish.
As we relax into the silence of the present moment, what unfolds is a world beyond our wildest imagination. A great stillness within us comes alive. A universe inside of us rises and reveals itself. A place of alchemy, where all that is not precious must fall away. A place where the truth shines brighter than gold. A place of union.
Each passing moment brings with it an invitation to remember the great journey of homecoming. To remember the Beloved. To remember Love’s whisper, “It was always you.”