I’m all about continuing to explore and refine, creating right-fit practices, and then being open to revisiting them periodically to make sure they’re still helpful. It feels like a very fluid dance that never ends.
For the last couple weeks I’ve been playing along in a couple of online invitations to explore, and I’ve added in a daily photograph project and a daily written practice. Today the topics merged in a way that surprised me – paying attention to the rhythms of the day and me within the day and paying attention to who I am within it all.
And I saw stories I hadn’t recognized as stories before. One of the things I’ve been working on is letting go of stories. To live in the place where we don’t need stories to define us. It’s such a beautiful expansive wholly holy place to be, and while I haven’t managed to hold on to it consistently, I am infinitely better at it than I once was. And for that I am grateful and delighted.
Today I did a journal page. I am not the story on the page, nor the story I tried to capture in the word assignment today, nor any other story. I simply am. Story-less but many layered.
And I’m thinking that’s a very beautiful thing to be.