Toward Being

Some of my writing is about my facilitation work. Sometimes it’s a new insight on a process or a framework. I get excited about those things.

Some of my writing is about seeing the world. Through my eyes and heart, whether it be beauty, or sorrow, or the many things between and combined together. I get excited to be a noticer. Which, at the core, is what I love encouraging people to do in my facilitation work.

Some of my writing is poetry. Sometimes that is to alter the energy of words and knowing through a more-prosed format. Sometimes that is to explore an edge that compels. I get excited about my toes in the mystery of it all.

This morning I wrote this. From an edge of seeing.

It is not uncommon for me to wrestle with God.
I have a few disappointments in me
for which He / They receive the bulk of my rant.

It is not uncommon for me to doubt Life.
For the ways that things don’t unfold as I intend,
or thought so given.

The Kid part of me wants it to be certain.
Wants comfort.
Wants the future to be clear.

In the meantime, Soul keeps moving toward more disturbance.
Away from these charming predictions.
And toward Being.

2 Replies to “Toward Being”

  1. The Kid part of me wants it to be certain.
    Wants comfort.
    Wants the future to be clear.

    In the meantime, Soul keeps moving toward more disturbance.
    Away from these charming predictions.
    And toward Being.

    Couldn’t be more timely, my friend.

    Soul keeps moving
    toward more disturbance.
    away from soothing predictions
    toward Being

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