A subtle change in geography for a week has gifted me an action replay of the changing season from woody Winter into vividest Springtime. It makes me realise how much we get to enjoy that moment of pure, poised potential when we stop rushing forwards all the time; to appreciate that unique moment of held-breath before exhalation, of dynamic stillness "just before" something occurs, when the possibility of it "happening" first makes itself known and yet hasn't...yet. Like a delicious pause in the progression of our own evolution, we get to hold both the "before" and "after" in the same moment, a perfect dovetail joint of both and to know all of it as a complete picture, just as Source gets to experience it, outside of time and space. We get to sense the absolute perfection in all of it; all the variables, the possibilities, the before and afters, the stages in between. Our lives are a continuous progression of such moments of pure potential...if we but knew how to recognise them (as Nature does her best to show us)... Continue reading ![]()
