This is a beautiful time for me. A grand time. Staring out into possibility, and in into silence. Each moment letting go into the next. Living in the prayer in between.
I sat on my neighbor's roof, watching the moon and the clouds surround the Agua volcano. Every day they are different. I sent out my admiration. I heard back:
"Your plans aren't what give you your next moment. I am."
I remember reading a little Heidegger in college, his painstaking analysis of the words for being in German. Being as coming-into-being. Being as becoming. Being as going-out-of-being. I remember a good friend once telling me about love, "It's not just loving who a person is. It's loving their becoming."
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