The empty glass
This is not a conscious choice — it’s a summons I’m answering
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2 min readNov 27, 2018
Fall has arrived at last, and it felt like a call I should heed. From yang to yin, from active to passive, from pushing on to letting go.
It was quite a change. And as soon as I allowed my inner gears to shift and summer’s momentum started slowing down, I practically hit a wall.
The change was very sudden.
Now, I’m very happy to be exactly where I am.
I am no longer pouring drinks. I am no longer drinking them. Instead, I am looking at an empty glass.
But my belly is full and my spirit is light, and in the reflections of all that has been and come to pass, I can tune into new layers of insight.
If anyone needs me:
I’m up where the air is thin, gathering Soul stuff.
