After a lifetime of treading water over the dark end of the pool, after decades of working to stay above the murky deep, I now stop thrashing and slowly slip in. As the dark cold water closes in over my head I am at peace and expectant…listening: What do you have for me?
Voices travel well through water and fog.
Just as it’s the struggles that grow us up, it’s the dark that grows us deep. Choosing to not stay on the surface, choosing to let go of security and safety, lowering the eyes and dropping down is the nod of consent: I’m here…I know you’re here too. Tell me…
Today's Teachable Moment 