The weight of being alive…

Can you sit, palms open, to the full presence and potency of this moment?

Nothing to do, say, figure, sort, or manage. Just to arrive into noticing, knowing, being with whatever you can notice?

For me, tonight, as I practiced this leading a class, I held back joyful tears.

Sometimes, more than others, it pours in. The weight of being alive. The sheer miracle of all the billions of things that had to go right for this moment to be exactly what it is. With all the circumstances exactly as they are…..

Life is short. Even if we get the full ride. Maybe showing up is the whole reason we are here? Even if for a rare and precious moment.