So often we want to take the hard way, as if forcing ourselves into some obscure shape is better, more deserving. This takes the sea of us, the subtlety and the expansion, the fluidity and organic mess of our experience and our response and binds us to a fixed identity.
The perspective narrows as does possibility. In the space of forcing ourselves into a specific shape, we lose our ability to see, really see, the depth and beauty of what is there waiting for us, what has always been there waiting for us.
There is no right way. Only what is and isn’t yet and might be or once was as a perpetual response to the question: What pulls the heart; what in the stillness speaks? In that, we contain infinite versions of ourselves yearning to be molded into being.
This is ease. Allowing ourselves to create or be created in trust of what it is we are becoming; or rather, what it is we already are.
In that what is easier right now?
To hold on or let go
To be still or to move
To listen or to speak
To trust or to take charge
To dream or to act
To believe or to challenge
There is no right answer only your answer, maybe we can all allow that to be enough.