On what matters

To embody our everyday words and duties and be with what we don't like as well. To be fully aware with what we are reluctant to. What an interest exercise, to explore those places where we are simply reluctant to be, where we keep denial or where we are simply not allowing that conversation to happen, or where we take the role of the ´hypochondriac´ with the world around us. So, as we are trying to remind ourselves what’s first-order, what really matters, let´s embody the little nuances, and big complains. Let´s observe them with humour and allow ourselves to even laugh about them. Not taking them so damn seriously, helps, heals and releases somehow a deeper place that just wants to be present and fully aware, that just craves to rest deeply and to have fun with all those simplest things that are waiting for us. We have so many allies in this world, including just the color blue in the sky, which we’re not paying attention to, or the breeze, or the ground beneath our feet.

“Everything is Waiting for You.” by David Whyte

Your great mistake — Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you courage. Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity. The stairs are your mentor of things to come, the doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you, and the tiny speaker in the phone is your dream-ladder to divinity. Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything, everything, everything is waiting for you.