Hey,
Take a seat and get comfortable.
Find your way into your body.
Use your breath as an anchor.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I have a complicated relationship with that which cannot be explained.
Take for instance what happened to my friend.
She was digging up some of my many flowers to take home to her garden.
She thought she was going to have to stop because the plants wouldn't budge.
The flowers resisted with every last root hair.
This friend,
Who had helped me through an incredibly difficult time,
Began talking to the plants.
She thanked them for protecting me and my house.
She praised them for all they had done and told them their work here was done and that I would be okay.
She told me that suddenly it was like the plants were leaping out of the ground.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Another inexplicable.
How our bodies remember.
How our bodies know even if our conscious minds forget.
Has that ever happened to you?
You know in your body this was the day someone died or that was the day of the accident or the diagnosis.
Whatever the anniversary is your body feels it,
Knows it in your very sinews and marrow.
Inhale.
Exhale.
My complicated relationship with the inexplicable is this.
I want magic in the world.
In fact I seek it out relentlessly and I can't stop my brain from tearing apart these kinds of experiences in a search for the rational explanation.
Inhale.
Exhale.
It doesn't have to be one or the other.
Science is good.
So is wonder.
Wouldn't life be better,
Richer,
Fuller if we used every single clue available to us to understand this mystery we call life.
There will be sorrows and joys,
Facts and inexplicables.
Rather than choosing one over the other,
Rather than dissecting the wondrous,
What if we greet the world with kindness,
Openness,
Curiosity and intelligence.
Wouldn't those be wonderful tools to have when we are asked to meet the raw,
The hard,
The beautiful,
That which cannot be named,
Only known and even then only partly.
Exhale.
Exhale.
There will be moments we do not understand.
There will be moments when we feel small.
Or there will be moments when we feel so walloping big that no container in the world can hold us.
Whatever kind of moment you are in,
Breathe.
Even if you are broken,
Breathe.
Because as hard as it is to hear by definition,
In brokenness,
There is an openness.
So when the world gives you the inexplicable,
The unbearable,
The wonderful,
The challenging,
Breathe.
Live into the real.
Behold the wondrous.
And be ready to stand agape and agog at the everyday magic everywhere in the world.
Live Light.
