Welcome.
Welcome yourself to this moment.
Welcome yourself home.
Give yourself a chance to arrive,
To land,
To deepen,
To soften.
Feel your way into a comfortable position,
Whatever feels like it's both receptive and cozy.
As you breathe,
Allow yourself to be without making motions to be anywhere or anyone or anything that you aren't right now.
Allow whatever is here in the level of sensation,
On the level of thoughts,
And in the landscape of feelings,
To just be,
To be true.
Your greatest honoring is in allowing,
Receiving,
And being with what is true.
As you meet this moment,
Greet it as you would an old friend,
As you would a small child,
As you would a part of yourself that you thought was long lost,
That's now come home.
Trust the timing of your life.
Trust the timing of your life.
What is it you've been longing for,
Holding hope for,
Holding on to,
Waiting for,
Wishing for,
Aching for,
Yearning for?
What is it that feels so far out of reach,
That feels frustrating,
And that feels like you've tried so many ways and so many times?
What feels like everyone else has has it before you,
Has it instead of you?
What do you feel like you're falling behind on,
Yearning to catch up with,
Yearning to experience?
What is aching in you to be realized,
To be felt,
To be had,
To be known?
How can you say hello to that desire,
To that deep well of longing,
To that want,
That thing that you've been waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for?
You've waited with hope,
You've waited with frustration,
You've waited with anxiety,
You've waited with apprehension,
With tension,
With disgust and desire,
With lust and with pain,
You've waited tapping your foot and tapping your toes,
As if it's owed you,
As if you expect it because it should be here,
As if you've done something wrong not to have earned it yet,
As if you have to prove yourself to obtain it.
But what if,
My dear,
What if there's a difference between waiting and awaiting?
What if instead of waiting with that gasping holding of your breath,
Sense of dread and longing mixed together,
Of fear,
Of impatience,
What if instead you awaited like a farmer awaits the corn to grow,
After having planted the seeds and watered the earth and trusting the sun?
What if you awaited with the knowing that what you're waiting for is on its way,
Is inevitable,
Is coming,
Is coming in its season,
Even if you don't know exactly when that season is?
What if you awaited with trust instead of hope,
And knowing instead of yearning,
And allowing instead of chasing?
What if in simply shifting from waiting to awaiting,
You could lean in and lean back and be held in your journey of being in process,
A work in progress,
Always?
What if you don't have to be anywhere else to get to where you want to be next?
What if where you are right now is the only way through and to what you crave?
What would be different if you let yourself surrender to the reality and the truth and the beauty of your existence right now,
Even as you unfurl and unfold into your next becoming?
What if the outcome of whether or not you get said thing is not what will create your best,
Best,
Most deeply full,
Alive life?
What if the waiting has robbed you of the truth of this moment,
And by awaiting whatever wants to unfold,
You get to miraculously love and live the beauty of the now,
The now,
The here that becomes the next now and here?
What if you awaited with joy,
With a smile on your heart?
What if you were at peace with your own longing,
Because you knew it was holy,
A path leading you from an empty hole into a feeling full and whole,
Instead of missing something?
You have everything you need within you and around you.
It is on its way.
It might even be here right now.
There are seeds you are planting.
Some will blossom,
Some will not.
But you are no less yourself,
No less alive,
No less on your path,
Depending on their fruition.
Your alignment with what you want and who you are now paves the way.
Your clarity,
Your knowing,
Your trust sweeps the path before you and clears it out,
So that you can see and move with confidence,
With grace,
With ease,
And with deliberate action.
Sometimes you move,
And sometimes you rest,
And sometimes you wait,
And sometimes you await.
It's all part of it.
It's all welcome.
You don't have to feel half of yourself.
You don't have to feel like you are half of yourself.
You can let go of what you thought should be.
Let be what is already before you,
And let in what is coming,
What is on its way,
What wants to show itself to you.
