I was along the creek yesterday, feeling into the many unknowns ahead, and wondering about my own choices—the ones I’ve made in the time I’ve known the creek. How those choices have an influence on the reality I’m currently existing in. Naturally, I wondered what might have been if I had chosen other paths. How might my reality look and feel different now?
I then looked at what I’ve chosen and why, and saw so many impermanent, imperfect, yet exquisite moments line up in a row, ready to be acknowledged. Although not a new experience, for whatever reason, this time I wondered, is this what I’ve been choosing for? Beauty?
It’s easy to feel as though, just because something is no longer, it never really was. Or just because certain things never were, or have yet to be, it means it’s been for nothing.
I know the experience I’ve had so far, has truly been a beautiful one—full of beautiful people, beautiful places, and beautiful moments. I’ve also felt immensely challenged at times, including when this knowing is out of reach, and I anticipate more of that to come.
I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I do know what it is I love. Weaving those together into decisions, I guess, is the beautiful reveal.
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I’m so thankful for the creek, and the boundless, endless love and inspiration it freely gives. Witnessing its existence has been one of many great honors of my lifetime.