I have been holding myself too tightly again of late.
Straining as I try to hold up the sky all by myself.
Unable to let go into incredible lightness of being.
Then yesterday, some of the other "pillars" that hold up the sky sent me little notes. Reminders that I am not alone. The responsibilities are all shared. Which, for me, is where the joy is.
When we each have our arms raised, holding up the sky, we can take turns resting when needed. We can smile as we look around the circle at all those whose commitment is also strong. We can take time for a little happy dance without fear.
And the sky will stay in place, and the earth beneath our feet.
How wondrous. How wondrous.
