opening windows
The wine of divine grace is limitless, all faults come only from the faults of the cup.
Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; how much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
Grant a great dignity, my friend, to the cup of your life. Love has designed it to hold love’s eternal wine. — Rumi
As the wings of the new year gently unfold, I find myself delicately stepping into a realm that starkly contrasts the past half-decade. It's a potent transition, shifting from a life precisely orchestrated to the tune of external needs and expectations, into a symphony of silence and space.
For over five years, my existence danced to a relentless rhythm – a melody of earthbound duties, an unyielding tempo of commitment and presence, leaving scant room for the whispers of my inner muse. This rhythm, once a looping rock song of routine and responsibility, abruptly ceased. The music stopped, and the room of my existence stood startlingly empty, an open canvas illuminated by the moonlight of potential.
In the sudden hush of this newfound freedom, I faced the vertigo of expansiveness. The quiet was not simply the absence of sound, but a profound echo chamber for my deepest voice. It resonated, clear and unyielding, in a space no longer cluttered with perpetual motion. This shift was not just a pause in rhythm but a complete reorientation of my being.
In the embrace of this unfamiliar stillness, I began to perceive the symphony that was always there, yet unheard. The distant serenade of ocean waves, a chorus of birds, the tender rustle as my hand graced my dog's fur. My loyal companion, a sentinel during years of toil, now basked in the fullness of my presence. In this quietude, we shared a companionship transcending words, a connection found in the serenity of shared silence.
A torrent of emotions then rushed in – fear, akin to a creature venturing into boundless terrain; betrayal, of trust and known paths; anxiety, facing unknown futures; sadness, mourning the unchosen paths and moments when my soul went silent. Confronting these emotions was akin to navigating a landscape both foreign and intimately known. The vastness of choice and the weight of past decisions converged into a poignant realization: the power of focused attention. Amidst this emotional kaleidoscope, with time, buds of hope and curiosity began to sprout, signaling new life. In the quiet spaces, I discovered a canvas of potential, a narrative waiting to be penned by my own hand.
In this nascent chapter of my life, I am learning to be with the unknown, to find solace in silence, and to draw strength from the expansive void from which bliss — the most genuine health, freedom, love, and future — springs.
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