Flooded with Light

I've always believed that something bigger than me orchestrates this grand experiment: LIFE.

And so, I'm partly fearless.

I've also grown to believe I have some engineering capacity. That I learn to let go of over time. I am a catalyst, a vessel "through which," however I'm am never "in charge." Let that go.

Now is a time to sit and listen thoughtfully. To be compassionate and kind. To be transparent and open.

This is a time for reflection about what's deeply, truly important and to listen to the quiet, and breathe, rest, believe that bigger than me is the universe expansive and wonderful.

Ah...inhale...exhale.

Namaste.

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