Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Page Of A Book
Sometimes, to get from where we are to where we are going, we have to be willing to be in-between.
-The Language Of Letting Go
This morning, hawk, perched in the pine.
I feel thank you.
Did the bird speak to me?
Who cares, I like woo-woo.
And what, pray tell, did hawk say?
Give up poking into every little thing to see what it means or how it's going to unfold. Imagine being perched on this branch, or circling in the sky. From up here, the picture is clearer. Random connections and loose ends begin to make sense. But that's not the point either. Let go of making sense.
The next step is as simple as...
turning the page of a book.