Last day of Cancer season… and I feel. There’s a wave moving through me that seeks the shore. And it trusts what’s to come, with an all-encompassing vision grounded in the connection to all things and the inherent trust that follows.

I do not meddle.

I do not purport to figure or know or plan or push beyond my realm of feeling. For each time I do, I am pushing off center, pushing out of reality from which I draw my awareness, consciousness, experience, and ability to drive forward. When I lose that tie, that tether, my energy always pulls me to places that scare me, that remove me, that have me losing myself.

Something has shifted. Perhaps it’s simply the lens of time, doing the work, getting out of the way, not goal nor result-oriented as much. And in this shift I’ve gained a clarity of focus that allows me to explore the vision, the future, the dreams, the past, the real and unreal, while never stepping away from this. Instead moving FROM this.

THIS moment. Because this moment is the closest to real. My calendar says otherwise, but even that isn’t real. It’s a tool for separation these days. I find wholeness, presence, my-SELF, when I let go of the calendar s my main source of grounding or nourishment.

My truth, my grounding, my nourishment, can only be sourced in the version of me that is writing these words right now. And most of us tend to live in the attachment to whatever was or could be. And we miss it. And we wonder why we are strenuously searching over and over to find that which cannot be contained into findable form because it is ever-evolving and fleeting in its essence.

Time, and who we think we are when we look through it, is just as much an illusion as is the reality of my hair graying faster and faster each day. Life IS short, but it also has the potential to break through that mental paradigm, to gift us moments of love, pleasure, truth, a peek into what we truly are… IF we let go and allow it to. Surrender to life’s current.

Let go of the calendar, the need, the fears, the hamster wheels of society, the perpetuated traumas, the hurt, the stories.

When we allow ourselves to be more than just our stories, our perceptions of time, we allow ourselves to just be. To feel. To appreciate what I believe to be the most “real.” And that is the greatest gift of all.

Aho.

And so it is.