There is a moment before the heavy story sets in.
The story that says.
This is how it is.
And how it will always be.
Where you have a choice.
You can keep staring at the dark colours.
Where you can remember that you're the one holding the brush.
Perfect.
Find a place to be still.
Let's look at the resistance you've been carrying.
It feels heavy,
Doesn't it?
Like a final hardened layer of paint.
But let's look closer.
Clouds never truly disappear,
Do they?
They change forms.
They turn into rain.
Become part of the ocean.
And then evaporate.
To return as clouds.
Your life is not a static object.
It's a circulation.
We often get trapped in the belief that our lives are finished masterpieces,
Frozen in time.
We judge the painting of our day as a permanent shadow.
But look at the R.
Of your own existence.
Ideas and feelings are just like those clouds.
They are a circulation of energetic ideas.
What makes your life feel new?
Even when it feels heavy.
Is that it's combining.
Differently every single moment.
You are not a fixed point.
You are a process.
That heaviness you feel.
Is not a permanent statue.
It is a cloud that is currently turning into rain.
Preparing to nourish the ocean of your next movement.
You don't need to fight the cloud.
You just need to witness the circulation when your mind whispers.
This is permanent.
This is the end of the line.
Treat that thought like a cloud passing through.
You are the sky.
You don't have to chase the clouds.
You don't have to fear it.
Just label the thoughts.
The story of permanence.
Then return to your breath.
Your breath is the evaporation.
The movement that keeps the energy circulating.
You aren't being asked to be happy or fixed,
You are simply witnessing the cycle.
You are seeing the familiar come back in an unfamiliar form.
You are the puzzle,
The maker.
You are the missing piece.
Hold your attention steady and if you feel like it,
Explore these three questions.
Take your time with each one.
1.
What did you notice?
Did you notice that even the heavy clouds are shifting form,
Turning into rain and moving?
2.
How is this different from my usual reaction?
Usually you try to anchor the cloud and make it stay.
How is it different to watch it transform into something else?
Three.
What does this have to do with what brought me here?
How does the knowledge that your life is a circulation,
Not a static tragedy,
Change your relationship to the feeling that things?
Will always be this way.
There's no need to rush to be a finished masterpiece.
You are in the messy,
Beautiful middle of the process.
Nature doesn't apologize for the rain.
You don't need to apologise for the heavy colours.
Whenever you feel ready.
There's no hurry.
Open your eyes.
You have proven that the energy is still circulating.
Carry that small defiant truth back into your day.
The paint is still wet.
The clouds are still turning in to rain.
And the next stroke.
Is always yours to choose.
Welcome back!
You are perfect just as you are.
