I cycle through attachment and non-attachment on a regular basis. I can so easily get caught in my own suffering... but less these days than ever before. I trust in the ebb and the flow of life. Used to be, when I'd feel anything less than ecstatic, I'd fret: Is this the end? Where did my happiness go? I'd search for the reasons - what did I do wrong? How can I get back to that place I love so much? And so came the parade of habits, which generally looked like judgment, criticism, and a general lack of presence.
But for every inbreath, there is an outbreath. For every expansion, a contraction. It might take me a minute to remember this natural law, but sooner or later, I do. The trust allows me to let go my grip on the good stuff, let go my distress when the hard stuff arrives, and just be present to the wondrous experience of being human. I bow in surrender, watching the tides come and go from a place of stillness and gratitude.
All parts of me and everything seen, included, allowed and held in the compassionate heartfield of the infinite Divine... and so there is no need to attach, because everything is allowed to flow - which it always does, unless I grab on.
In these moments I become my own client, entering and receiving the spaciousness I give, shepherding myself into compassion, acceptance and gratitude. It is the epitome of joy. I'm grateful to practice. Grateful to walk the talk. Grateful to be the presence of, and to be in the presence of, grace.
I'm here for you.
I love you very much.