Yield like the Reed in Winter’s Wind and thou shalt not break
So says, in other words, a Chinese proverb. So I said today as I moved through space and time filled with questions and uncertainty. Unrest lurked in my concern for the spats of mud, though I wasn’t truly afraid of getting wet… or dirty. Really, I was sensing the open wounds throughout my energy body in need of attention, the ones that will take some time and commitment. The ones I have worked on for years, though like that pond, they continually thaw and freeze through seasons of change, and I seem to make the most progress when I become the Reed.
Bending, adapting, yielding, meeting each individual moment for what it is, and for all that there is, and all there must be. For this moment.