My desire to create, to materialize something in the outer world, requires me to go where I prefer not to go.
Practice, for me, is a way to create fertility for God to be expressed through my own being. It's a commitment to spending time with the Beloved each day, remaining still and alert, noticing what comes up and releasing it, creating space for Love to grow.
Tear drops and rain drops and my waking up to a place that will never be the same, but continues to hold endless beauty.
Life in the crook of the elbow Turning to, consenting to and being moved by God. Aware of what has been. Awake to what is becoming. And present to the crook — the in between.