"My feet dangled over the gunwale. If my grip slipped, I'd slam my face into the rail on the way overboard. Then something in me settled. There was earth beneath the ocean." On what doesn't change when everything else does.
This is essential reading. Those times when I glimpse the truth of this are worth their weight in gold. Just occasionally I am in the still eye of the storm, around me is the chaos and the pinging and the notifications, but there is an inner awareness that is still and untouched. This piece beautifully captures it.
So good that you know this place within yourself, Will. I'm finding it mildly easier to describe after trying for many years, so glad to hear it's landing.
Your words reconnect me with my own anchor.🙏
I’m glad to hear that, Devon 🙏🏼
This is essential reading. Those times when I glimpse the truth of this are worth their weight in gold. Just occasionally I am in the still eye of the storm, around me is the chaos and the pinging and the notifications, but there is an inner awareness that is still and untouched. This piece beautifully captures it.
Thanks, Will. Those moments are so valuable, aren't they? I imagine you on your commute, in the swirl of distracted people, Buddha in a blue vest.
If only! But that is a lovely image to hold in my head, thank you.
So good that you know this place within yourself, Will. I'm finding it mildly easier to describe after trying for many years, so glad to hear it's landing.