life lessons - letting things flow
Thank you for being here today with this quiet little conversation, this place where I am holding a space for you to pause and engage with these thoughts, words and images
choosing grace (passageways #8)
Not that I'm counting or anything, but the construction project in my home has been underway for 34 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes. I've been patting myself on the back with how chill I've been during these 34 days, 7 hours and 42 minutes.
But I was fooling myself. I was chill as long as things were flowing along approximately in line with the project manager's projected timelines. Even when x, y and z became q, p and t i was still chill because i could see how things could fall into place inside the timelines.
Then this week offered me a delicious life lesson - one that I have been gifted with many times before. The lesson is a reminder to let go of holding so tightly to one version of life's unfolding, to instead allow the universe space to create with grace.
Once i got over having my little overly dramatic tragedy i was able to have a little laugh, especially when I couldn't even figure out what the tragedy was other than my brain declaring there was a tragedy to be had. And honestly in the grand scheme of things it can't even begin to qualify as anything more than an inconvenience. A very small inconvenience. Very very very small (for the past year my comparison metric has become the conditions experienced by many Ukrainians under the conditions of war)
I know this project is edging closer to a beautiful completion and I am deeply grateful for the kind people working to do that, and for these opportunities to practice letting things flow.
In situ image of choosing grace (passageways #8)
And as always, I want to express my gratitude to be living and working on the ancestral & unceded territories of the hən̓̓qəmin̓əm̓ and Sḵwx̱wú7mesh speaking peoples.I honour the incredible depths of grace, courage and perseverance of Indigenous Peoples, and look to them as an example as they find their voices amidst the noise and obfuscation of colonization.
until next time,
Mardell