I embarked on a whole-year retreat and practice a few days prior to the end of 2015, gearing up for this new year by shedding old troubles, old patterns, old stuff, and things. My, how things—new, old, and in betweens—can weigh down a life! There’s an ease in my days now that I would not have thought possible in my worry-self stance, my Miz FixItAllRightNow m.o. I don’t miss that person, of course, for she is still part of me, but she is now integrated into the part that knows we endure way beyond here and now. Unconditional love and unconditional release of all investment in outcomes turns out to be a nearly blissful way to approach the world: troubles and challenges and joys alike.
What we believe, we see. What we fight, we strengthen. What we hate, we suffer from and rarely ever transform. What we love, we bless. What we let go, we can be succored by. It is an enormous grace to be given a new chance at life, and to reach out and simply accept that grace. There is a lightness, an unbearable lightness of being, in that acceptance. So take your chances, all of them. Love yourself. Love the world, the whole weary world. It needs us and our love today. As ever.