Moments of wondrous silence in the awakening dawn. I breathe into the freshly dampened air, witnessing cotton-ball remains of rain clouds dissolving into bright blue morning sky.

Opportunities for change presenting themselves rapidly in my life, each one jumping onto center stage, dancing wildly in front of me, taunting me, daring me to let go of what is comfortable to make room for unknown possibilities.

My mind begins to whirl, wanting to assess and plan and figure things out. I become excited yet slightly fearful, walking the razor’s edge between excitement and anxiety.

I breathe instead. Inhale calm, exhale frantic. Inhale trust that I’m right where I’m supposed to be, exhale “but where the hell am I???” Inhale gentleness, exhale confusion. Inhale peace, exhale mistrust.

The simple action of breathing brings a deep realization that scrambling to find answers is unnecessary. Everything is happening in it’s own perfect timing right now, in this moment.

A shift into clarity of mind and heart.

I relax into the unfolding, emerging experience with curiosity. Become teachable – be the student, open to newness and the wonder of learning.

Release resistance, and go where the energy is. Move toward ease and flow. Enjoy deep knowing that change does not create problems – my resistance to it does.

BE fully present. Bring my whole self into the experience. Show up for life.

I hear my own voice uttering the words “I can’t help it” and stop in my tracks.

Every moment offers a choice, an opportunity to choose my actions, my thoughts. To pretend otherwise is a strange choice.

I have been faced with a unique challenge to open myself up to alternate perspectives, which lead me to ponder how, at times, attachment to my own perspectives have lead me into deepest despair.

How naive can I be to assume that my own perspective, this one human being in a sea of billions, is the only valid viewpoint?  Wow.  I am thankful for the reality check, returning to a place of peace.

Imagine you and I sitting at a table together.  On the table between us is a vase.  I could be thinking it’s the most beautiful vase in the world; you could be thinking it’s the most wretched thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Who’s right?  Neither one of us… it’s just a vase.

So… I begin to consider my perspectives of my own life.  Challenges arise and I observe my mind jumping to the worst conclusions, getting carried off with “what if’s”, making ‘problems’ out to be bigger and more important than they really are.  (Not-so-commonly known as “pole vaulting over mouse shit”)

I notice there seems to be a need for labelling “good” and “bad”.   But things just ARE.  Looking from that perspective, all is well and managable, and I become thankful for the experience.