Between two beautiful worlds exists a world all it’s own. A reminder, that there is nowhere to go, there is no final destination, just chapters.
I’ve come upon an empty page and all I want is to draw myself naked in the middle of a turquoise ocean, floating, face to the sky, warmth above and cool beneath.
that the right combination of salt and H2O will keep me at the surface if I breathe just right. I’ll focus on that. In and out, simple, right?
These words that want to crash from my fingers and the song that keeps escaping from my lips.
I must allow all of this.
Even if there is no obvious next step. Even if it’s one precipice after the next. Perhaps these edges are the truth.
Each threshold asks us to dive deeper into now. It asks us to give up the past and the future and do nothing less but drop to our knees and offer up both empty palms.
So we can do nothing less but fill our eyes with new light and our hearts with the pulse of this. very. moment.
Our minds- asked to be empty and bold. And in the grace of letting it go say, “I do not know. I do not know”