What is the way of living that I secretly hope for, hope for so much that I have blocked myself to even ask the question until now?
Who am I in the world that I so long to be that the ache hurts, yet when I am in touching or grasping distance, I close my fingers knowingly too soon?
Too many times we experience a magnetic repulsion of our dreams and give in to forces and voices that would turn us back. This may reflect patterns established in early years showing up still in adulthood.
Yet now we are in a different context and with different resources and choices available. If we can reach out and hold the tension just a little longer, the world turns with us, and we are pulled on.
By gently moving into the different conversation, into what might be a new or bigger identity and sense of self; by keeping our hand open just a little longer, open to a brush with possibility, then we might experience the magnetic attraction that always accompanies something worthwhile.
The is a titration movement, just a little then a little more, no more that might crack the spell, no less that might lose the tension.
Approaching hard edges with softness.