Humbled by.

Sometimes you find yourself in a place with time to pause and you remember the miracles of life. You find yourself in awe of the children you and your amazing mate have brought into the world. A young man now about to give a presentation to his school. Focused on an example of living and working with artistry. Another, striding through his courageous shadow work which he rises to, day after day, with light in his eyes and a smile in his heart. Daring life forward.

I’m humbled by it.

I’m humbled by the revelation of bringing life into this, often, confusing world. By both of our children’s ability to navigate the complexities of the teenage world and stand in the light of what is important to them at this juncture. By what two people with love in their heart, with aligned desires and values, can create. By the mysterious and unpredictable journey two people can live and the magic it brings. By the overwhelming power that love can create such beautiful and unimaginable things. By love.

As I walked out in the pre-sunrise morning on the wide, deep sand beach, looking for a surf line up to paddle out in, I was remembering these things. The waves came in and took no notice of the swelling of my heart. I wasn’t blind to the scattering of people who found their nights rest on the edges of sand. Their worldly possessions heaped next to them. A guitar. A milk crate of treasures. A bag of tricks.

We are all gathering our things: stories, ideas, hopes, dreams, pain, sorrow and love, and collect them in compartments and carry them with us as we move in whatever direction into whatever our life offers. Sometimes we play what life offers. Sometimes we create completely anew.

I’m humbled by this, too. By what we choose to collect, what we choose to lay down and by which path we choose to walk forward on. By the stories that we carry on with us, some of which were never true as others told them to us or we told them to ourselves. And by what the choosing of these seemingly small things that culminates a life of that choosing.

My inclination here is make sense of this through some moral thought or parting note. But whatever that point may be is not the point.

For me, today, it’s about my openness to allow myself to be in awe of it all and willing to witness the miracles that love brings.
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