Rivulets

It comes as no surprise that following growth there is always an immediate thread that taunts at the commitments of change. After all, we know that with goals there is a defined sense and outline, an express purpose and singular intent towards distant markers. The goal is seen as the prize. But in my view, this is why people predominantly fail; they are so caught in the destination that they don't put down the roots necessary to maintain their arrival.   

And yet, living from your heart has no goals and seeks no destination. Its very premise requires that each moment is one lived to full capacity and is also one of fulfillment by virtue of it having been done so with pure and total intent. Which consequently also means that there is no artificial motive for any decision. It's an absolute ownership of choices.

And so, as I nearly want to turn an about-face and gather up my notebooks filled with calendar dates and check-off marks, I ruefully shake my head and take one longing look at fear and goal sheets. No, I say. Even as the life demands of motherhood seem a little more pronounced today. No, I say, even though every screaming, controlling fiber within me wants to step back into the holding tank. No, I say. Not for me.

And so I breathe in; I deny fear. I close my eyes and sink into living now, living true and living peace...

- This Carman Girl