Start. It is a daring word. It demands action. I contemplate it. It’s a start. Then words follow one another. I don’t know where they will take me but here I wait, much too eager, and somehow confident it’ll be worth reading. The words demand quiet. The kind of quiet when you feel soft support of the chair underneath, your breath softly and reliably entering and exiting, and your fingers moving on their own accord on the keyboard. A soft breeze, much needed after a hot day, fills up the room. Suddenly it is all perfect, that impossible word spills itself out and I’m not even going to delete it. Could it be the margaritas I had this evening accompanying a family dinner? I don’t know, neither care.
You see, I am beginning to understand, courtesy of daily meditation I suspect, that life is in fact trustworthy and reliable. I was always suspicious of it and tried hard to control, either to avoid harm, mostly to get approval, and also not to go unnoticed. But life is generous. It gives. Air. Water. Sustenance. Music. Movement. Rest. Speech. Connection. And time, the most precious of all, the one that we almost always feel deprived of. And here in this fleeting moment all is well, time is suspended and I am complete. I notice perfect is a feeling, a feeling of completeness, not to be missing a single thing. In a moment I will get up and go on to prepare for our upcoming trip but I linger, just a moment longer, in perfection.
Have you started? You may find yourself complete before you know it!
