This is a meditation on the inevitability of loss.
And the impermanence of what you love.
So many of us experience confusion,
Fear,
Pain even,
When we sense or we expect we are losing something.
Settle into whatever holds you right now.
A chair,
The floor,
A bed.
Definitely the loyal pull of gravity.
You don't need to arrange yourself.
Because it's the world,
Your world.
Has already arranged itself around you.
Let your breath come as it does.
Not as a project but as a fact that you notice.
A small tide rising and falling in your body.
In your mind now.
Some part of you may be restless,
Scanning the horizon for what's next.
Or for what might slip away soon.
Another part may be clutching at what you love.
Unsure how to keep it.
Unsure how to let it go.
Another part may be desperately trying to make sense of something that feels so nonsensical.
Let them all be.
Those parts are only trying to keep you safe.
The best way they know how.
Return to your breath.
A small hinge on which the whole moment turns.
Carry your mind to imagine yourself.
In a create room.
Sitting besides everything.
That you love.
Not holding.
Not guarding.
Simply.
Besides everything.
Let these things gather.
A person.
A place,
A memory that still glows.
At the edges.
An object that you are devoted to.
Another person.
A color that you've trusted.
A tool you reach for without thinking.
A favorite item,
Clothing.
Something that comforts you.
A snapshot of you.
At your best.
These things take.
.
.
There are places around you like creatures in a clearing.
No need to choose which matters most.
Of is not a hierarchy.
It is sick.
Field.
And energy.
If words come.
Let them be simple.
Maybe there's a part of you that wants to say.
You are here.
I am here.
I am here with you.
Notice how nothing that you love demands a promise.
Nothing asks to be secured against time.
Everything is allowed to be as temporary as that breath.
As weather.
As the way light moves across a wall or breeze.
Brushes against your skin.
If a feeling rises,
Tenderness,
Sorrow,
Heaviness,
Peace,
Let it rise.
Let it sit beside you.
Your heart.
Your affection,
Perhaps your fear.
And you don't have to be.
Whether it doesn't.
Pass through.
See right now how your breath continues.
Study.
Shifting.
Faithful.
It is both the fishing line and the anchor.
Not because it stops change.
But because it moves with it.
You're among these things.
You can.
.
.
Hold the Notion.
All these things that you love.
Stay,
Forever.
And perhaps your Love won't stay with them either.
Letting what you love leave your life is not turning away from it.
And it's moving through.
Your grief without closing your heart.
It is aiming towards.
Your next aliveness.
Without making what?
Happened before wrong.
This is.
Its own kind of courage.
Sitting besides something.
You love knowing that.
Won't be possessed forever.
If you're mine.
Is monitoring you can Ask it to return.
Each return to what you're loving right now.
Is a small devotion.
A soft yes to being alive in this moment.
Please say hand.
Belly and feel the rise and feel the fall.
Feel your life happening now and not later now and not when things are clearer,
Cleaner,
Not when you have everything in its place.
Because you don't have to hold.
Everything together.
You don't have to understand it all.
You don't have to know how the story ends.
You are allowed to be here.
Loving what is before you.
Stay here for a few breaths and let go.
The world just be as it is.
Let yourself be exactly.
As you are.
You are here.
You are where you need to be.
You are present with what you love.
And for this moment,
That is.
Enough!
And each moment that you notice and come back to the things you love,
The things that you have brought here with you is a soft yes.
To being who you are.
For today.
Mew.
Return here.
When you know you don't need to hold everything together.
To be present.
With the things that you love.
To be present with a aliveness that is enough.
Do well.
