You choose, or you make the choice not to make the choice today.
You
decide, or you decide that now is not the time for decisions, it is a
time for honouring uncertainty, holding it close, making sacred this
familiar place of no-answers-yet.
There is no choice but to be
here, where you are now, an ancient place where both certainty and
indecision are allowed, both choice and lack of it, both answers and
these unanswered questions, and the most profound doubt.
There is no choice because this moment is already exactly as it is,
this breath, these thoughts, this glorious uncertainty,
this vastness in
which everything is possible.
You choose, and you have no choice but to choose.
Or you don't choose,
and you have no choice but to sink into your lack of choice, bow to it,
today.
And then the entire notion of choice, and with it, the
notion of an individual chooser, dissolves into sunsets and swallows and
the scent of lavender, and laughter, and the next exhale, and the next
inhale, the breath breathing itself;
and this is the age of miracles.
This is so timely for me, Michel! - "honoring uncertainty" - indeed... You nourish my Heart today :)
ReplyDeleteVery happy about this, Christine...."This is the age of miracles".....♡
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