September 28, 2015: One Life, Many Lifetimes
I’m only 68, but it does feel like lots of “reality” iterations have been and are afoot. Some have seemed unnecessarily uncomfortable. Some have seemed unbelievably extraordinary. However, when I breathe deeply and relax into what has seemed like my life, it is neither the uncomfortable nor the unbelievable that is emergent. It is a grin. Okay, not a Mona Lisa kind of smile as I know I don’t know much. But I do know enough to grin.