How am I open, honest, real…?
And when I’m not how do I find my way home?
As we move through our days, we can be ourselves or not.
Our life can feel like a ‘performance piece’ of ‘somebody’ that we have got very familiar with and trapped inside: just moving through the motions, with a predictable script.
Trying to look a particular way, projecting a particular image, and we become lifeless & nullifying. I know because I do it too.
And when I’m not, and when I’m awake, breathing freshly into each encounter, then there isn’t anywhere else that I’d choose to be – here there is lightness, spontaneity, ease and freedom.
So can we dance the dance of here we are, as we are, with whatever that might be?
Let’s be that person. We can choose.
How does open, honest and real feel in this body, in the mind, in my whole being?