Emptying the heart

Continuing our month of quiet practice, sinking deeply into cozy morning sits, more time spent following and drinking the tea, training this nervous system in the art of downshifting. A short piece on the inevitability of dwelling nowhere this week.

Consider:

You’ve been many humans. At each age, the outfits, the beliefs, the commitments, the hardship, the victories. Rather than thinking of your past selves as liabilities, with shame, might you instead honor your previous attempts to find safety and comfort in those ways and places?

Are you willing to lay flowers at the feet of your past selves and disappear into your truest service?