love, life, and the pursuit of liberation
I’ve had a few days when I had little motivation to write. For someone who depends on the written word to make sense of the world, the absence of them brings up them makes me feel a bit..”off.” Even now, I don’t feel like my most eloquent self.
But something happened during that silence. I had a chance to be still and sit with my emotions. I’m not going to lie and pretend that I was on some zafu meditating. No, the truth was that I was hiding under my covers with Oreo cakesters wallowing in self-pity about the 14th try at conceiving that won’t result in a baby. Or was it the 15th or the 16th? I’ve lost count. The truth was that I was being snarky with my wife and she did her best to let me be. Yes, I’m beautifully human and not “zen” all the time.
Something happened though during those very human days.I continued to listen to that voice within and took a few steps on faith. My wife and I decided NOT to move to an apartment that just wasn’t sitting well in our spirits despite having put a deposit down on it. Situations came up when I had a chance to be a witness to others about the power and beauty of faith and being your authentic self. The joy returned, and hope soon followed.
It didn’t hurt that an amazing opportunity also came my way, but I shall write about that another time. Yall know I like to keep you hanging 🙂