Coming back to this practice is like walking through a dense fog on a familiar road. You may not see beyond the next step but you know you can trust there will be solid ground.
This practice is a way of pulling together what IS in the moment and noticing what is actually occurring. Writing helps capture the million mind memes soaring past your sensing. It creates a canvas that allows for a chord of truth to ring out from your inner being and unwind across the page.
Certainty takes a sudden leap, like a punch to the gut. It's impossible to ignore. It aligns inner and outer versions of your perception into one cohesive landscape.
You glimpse the inroads. You know enough to move. It leads you to the next step. You are in movement.
Even after a long period of stillness (even dormancy), the light sparks and you know how to move with it. Whatever it is.
The flotsam and jetsam of surface vision quickly clears. You find your tenuous footing and you are on your way again.
In finding my way back to this conversation, I know the landscape has changed. It's quite unrecognizable. Like when you return to your hometown after decades of absence.
The inner terrain has pointed toward a new horizon. I'm meandering towards the glimmers of light.
How do you arise from a lengthy absence?
Step by step; breath by breath.
Each step, each breath a blessing.
And so it is, Bobbye…