Ah, There You Are

Living a day in this life entails focusing on this small space, right here, inside myself. That's where it all is. There isn't anything else. I get that if I can't make it work right here, right now, in this space I call myself, then I'm not going to make it work anywhere else. There is no where else. This is it.

Sometimes I reach deep down into that rabbit hole to grasp a tiny piece of the joy that I'm made of and drag it back into this dream. There is no where else to get it from. I get it. Peace and joy can not be gotten outside of myself. I have to go inward, touch that which I am, and bring a piece of it back to this place, this place we call life. I am the well. I am the source of this dream. I am the projector of this movie.

I take inventory of the ISness of my life. The good, the bad and the ugly. And it is what it is, not the meaning my mind assigns to it. Truth. My body melts into relaxation in the acknowledgment of Truth, being the barometer that is is. It feels good. The truth, the acknowledgement without judgement of the ISness of something, good, bad or ugly, feels so much better than trying to change any of it from the outside. The freedom of acknowledgment without judgement teaches me the Truth is not the thing I should fear. It's the key.

I realize that I can't drink from anywhere else but my own well. And that the reflection that I see, in all that I call this life, is my own.