We practice to remember.
To remember that we are whole, complete, just as we are.
Not in need of fixing. Already enough.
Even though, we sometimes feel small.
Even though, we sometimes feel frustrated, helpless, mad as hell.
Even though we want. Even though we worry. Even though we despair.
We practice to remember that there is blessedness in this apparent brokenness. And that everything we experience is part of the magic and mystery of being.
We give ourselves permission to be, just as we are. And we rest in being-ness.
This doesn’t negate the fact that we have roles to play and that we are alive and in action too.
It means that we practice to remember so that as we act, we do so from a feeling of ‘enoughness’ so we can be our most uninhibited, joyful expressions of ourselves. So we can be all we already are.