I'm learning about the irrepressible natural world, about how you can stand there on the wind's beach, facing its ferocity, leaning into it for as long as you can. I'm learning how that wind, no matter the strength of your muscles and your commitment, that wind can simply outlast you.It has no judgment, no sense of overcoming you; it is surprisingly neutral (or, rather, it surprises me, who expects all things to echo my expectations). It is humbling that even in the midst of wind's drama, it is only me who is concerned with the contortions within my little life.
So how do I find myself, keep myself, in all of this? How do I walk into the wind or relax or stand firm or laugh while allowing myself to be both myself and part of that wind? It is a puzzle, sorting out that middle ground, aiming to stay connected to myself even as events and circumstances bite at me in ways I simply cannot understand.
Yet I know - or is it that I hope? - that my virtue is in my stance and in my stumble, that I am not required to do more than I can do and only as well as I can do it. Sitting with that, standing with that, allowing that in the face of life's winds is sufficient.
Sounds like a prayer...
Marco
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