A poetic ponder to wonder and wander along.
Something about humanity is dense. Gritty slimy messy. In the good sense.
But it's thick. Like honey. Images of nature are easier to absorb than to immerse and open to the deep of someone's eyes. Because those elliptical landscapes are plentiful and lush and dark.
And they remind us of all that we carry ourselves. And it reminds us of our deepest desire and fear:
Will I be seen?
The quick answer is yes. And the hard answer is you don't get to choose the lens. However, if you open to the gritty slimy and messy of you, the lens becomes clear and bright and whole for you and others too.
My gritty slimy messy is the fear of not actualizing where I can grow towards. It’s dancing on the chord between embodying the me in the here and now, complete acceptance, and at the same time keeping a firm aim at a horizon I can not yet touch and barely even see. Will I get there? I trust in who I be and become.
With love, from the little kid in Grand Bassam, to the wrinkles forming on my brow as I’m grounded in the now.
What’s the chord you choose to dance on these days?