24 May, 2012
the more silence i give myself, the more vast it all becomes. i see in a way i haven’t before, and i am willing now to wait for the right moment.
there is a spaciousness to my days, even when the calendar is cluttered. i honestly never believed this was possible.
there is refinement in the clearing. a muting of the color pallet to suit my vision. attention to what pleases and provokes. i am not looking to fill the space. i have learned to leave room for the light, and i trust my heart is all the ambition i need.
so often the language heard in the online creative world, that of visionaries and change-makers and risk-takers, has a tight fierceness to it. i have no desire to kick-ass or to be a bad-ass (or any kind of ass), to be radical, edgy, or even fearless. i aim to be true, transparent, real and human. i ask for ease, grace, and the abundance to serve well with whatever i have to offer. i want to connect from the place of softness, wonder, and oneness.
softness, wonder, and oneness. i do believe i am on to something.
ultimately, of course, there is no other, and you are always meeting yourself.