New rhythms for daily life have been born for many of us while sheltering in place. Perhaps the slower, more deliberate — even drawn out — pace of moving through each day has delighted you in ways that surprise you. Perhaps your heart has been awakened in the spaciousness of an empty calendar that first annoyed you, but now holds a mysterious alluring aliveness.
Worn out and weeping without consolation, I slowly consented to let the light within lead the way.
Gradually, I learned to navigate the unknown night scape by staying in the present moment and relying on the clues dropped with divine timing from unforeseen bearers of wisdom.
My desire to create, to materialize something in the outer world, requires me to go where I prefer not to go.