Choice and decision are good words for me when I move into a new intention.  I choose now to eat healthy.  I now decide to live free.  Of course, the contrasting option looms there right behnd the words–anxiety, addiction, settling for less, dropping into the familiar and the lame.  But when I use those words I am reminded that I do have a choice.

Why don’t I choose the “best” for myself?  Why is there a “best” and a “not so good” choice?  Am I stuck once again in the illusion of duality?  What would it be like to live in the archway that eternally connects these two bickering siblings?

Living in the archway that connects all opposites.  The tarot, the Kabbala, the Kybalion all remind me of this–that as humans we get stuck seeing the columns rather than how they are connected at the top to hold up the building.  I suppose when change happens, often the roof caves in, and all that seems to be left are the two opposing forces.

What an interesting adventure we’ve chosen, to take infinity and push it into these bio-sausages, arms flailing, mouth wagging, mind chattering, feet shuffling. 

I look to the bare poplars in the dense fog this morning.  Be clear they say, be true, choose ease.