The Tao keeps telling me this.  Pay attention.  Be still and watch the flow.

I paid attention to anger and sadness yesterday, cried for both.  I paid attention to stirring up those waters so they could settle better.  They did settle better and I can see a bit more clearly.  I’m sure they will be stirred up again.  Part of this human adventure.

I’ve learned that my feelings are not facts, but to allow them to flow without resistance.  It doesn’t mean I send these poison pen letters, but just ride the rollercoaster and scream and wail and fuss and moan and get dizzy.  And then get off the crazy ride.  Sometimes I just want to ride again, and other times I want to sit quietly in a garden.

Practicing the pause is the other side of this pot-stirring, quiet and comfort when there is no urge to make a fuss.  That happens too. More and more. When I sit quiet and allow Peace to be the Present, the more I am ok with knowing that the rock-o-ride on the fairway is a choice.

Now warmed from Your sweet center, I tend the fire in my heart and share this firery Light.