Falling

A friend once sent me a piece of Buddhist writing that described everything as falling. We, and all that we know, all that surrounds us, all that is… is falling. And the challenge is to learn to be comfortable as we fall. To relax into it. That is the way of the Tao, the river of existence. That is the secret password to enter nirvana, that is why we meditate on the breath, so that we can sail in the winds of the fall and perhaps see it as flight.

I don’t intend this blog to be too mysterious.  But all that I am as a person, all that I do, focuses on this one goal. To calm down, to breathe out fear and to breathe in peace. To connect with the plunge, to see that everyone else is afraid too, and to know that this understanding is at the heart of who we are and why we are in this together.

The year of the red fire monkey has consumed me. The world blazes with uncertainty. American dreams become nightmares. Icons falling stars. So to join in, I do the only thing I can. I write. I breathe it out as a heaving sigh. I write to remind me I am human and that I can survive the fall. Maybe even swan dive.

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