When I consciously sit in the uncertainty of the unknown, I am brought into the present time and into my physical body. Time slows, breathing is deepened, actions deliberate, and words are chosen with more intention.
Vulnerability is on edge here in this place of uncertainty. Sensitivity is acute, and tears are on stand-by, ready to rise to any occasion. Yet, the beauty of this place is the humility and the grace that are the vessels of transportation prepared to carry me to the next moment of life if I let them. So I let go and let the unknown be my driver to move forward.
Vulnerability is on edge here in this place of uncertainty. Sensitivity is acute, and tears are on stand-by, ready to rise to any occasion. Yet, the beauty of this place is the humility and the grace that are the vessels of transportation prepared to carry me to the next moment of life if I let them. So I let go and let the unknown be my driver to move forward.
I think about how I try and control and predict my life—making myself angry that it sometimes isn’t going the way I like or a way that has me feeling so uncomfortable. Carrying this inner rebellion is like driving a car with the emergency brake on.
The limitation of the ego-mind holds us hostage to what the unknown would like to offer. An offering our thoughts have yet to know. And what is yet to learn is born in fear of the uncertainty of the unknown.
Such a paradox is life,
Namaste.
Namaste.
