self portrait in gulu, northern uganda. april 2010.

i know more intimately with each day the things that i can no longer live without. spirit. transparent living. deep inquiry. joy. truth. love.

the twist is that these very things are the things that i fear most. because living wholly, living these words that are so easy to throw around, is pushing me further into the realm of the unknown than i've ever gone before. and while the mystery is thrilling, it is also asking me to trust in a way that is free-falling and slippery. there are no answers, only questions. and more questions.

the steadying forces in which i find so much solace, are the voices and gazes and tweets and emails and texts and hugs that reflect the knowing hearts of the circle of travelers i have found myself among. they know who they are. they, too, live in the present with the questions, and are the ones for whom no translation is required.

and tonight all i can think is that, no matter what,  i am not alone. it is all ok. and exactly as it should be.

thank you, bindu wiles, for rallying up an even larger team of travelers and for bringing me back to two of the most grounding practices that are vital to my being. i appreciate your showing the way back to the door. fear or not, writing and yoga are well-worn paths toward freedom.