Searching for a Way of Being
In the middle way between chaos and order, we find our reason to live
At dusk, I look outside the window and notice the pink clouds floating by in the darkening sky. It’s been a challenging day, one of those when the big questions feel more daunting than inspiring.
What am I really doing this for, any of it? How am I connecting with not just the work, but the way I’m living my life? I head outside to ruminate on the thoughts in my head, the ones that won’t seem to unravel.
As I walk the usual route of my neighborhood I come across a dirt path I haven’t seen before even though I pass it nearly every day — my awareness shifts.
I feel like wandering the uncharted terrain and being alone in the cold night air. I pass prickly cacti that take on the red shade of the setting sun. I reach the top of the hill and look out into the expansive landscape of marshland and serene waterways that lead to the ocean.
I breathe in deep, close my eyes, and feel my rapid heartbeat slow. I open my eyes; just be. The ocean appears slate gray; the horizon is indistinguishable from the evening sky.
All that’s within my gaze seems to exist in harmony — an agreement of opposite forces that work together to create one congruent whole.
