Sitting here, watching my heart, it is hard to discern what has changed. Maybe nothing; or maybe it's everything. Yes, one of those or something in between. Who knows?
What I do know is that the rhythm, the content, the quality of my days have shifted. It has been a slight pivot from fear to curiosity, from concern to simple observation that lacks my usual judgment. I note that I am moving with greater grace, greater comfort in my body and my mind. I have no more answers than before, just greater ease.
No complaints, mine you - it is a blessing of the highest order, one I must have been working on, one that reflects my commitment to being and staying present, a constant request to myself. And it is no small observation that it comes in the week between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, that timeless time of self-reflection and gentle admonition.
I am entering new territory in my life (it's always new, isn't it?), and I notice greater comfort in my body and my world. For whatever reason, this is my experience now, no questions. And, luckily, I remember that it won't last forever and that I am filled with gratitude for this experience while it is here.
Blessings,
Marco
