The Smell of Rain

It is a morning of fear and for no worthy cause or reason. I could give it other names but fear is what it is. The signs are everywhere.storm-clouds-081913

Even my meditative state is unsettled, constantly shifting. My mind offers up the past one frame at a time, inviting me not only to watch but to immerse myself in a moment that no longer exists.

It seems the safest course and so I do. Memory is a reflecting pool–all is revealed—until I dive in, and then all I am is wet.

It is its own kind of awakening, albeit an abrupt one, but fear bears moving through.

The changes I feared would ruin me

have always become doorways,

and on the other side I have found

a more courageous and graceful self.

Elizabeth Lesser

Opening into the unknown is always scary but what is yet to come is the experience of my life. And that is why I am here, not to be fearless but to be curious, ultimately.

To know the smell of change is to know the smell of rain.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

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