Live Well In The Living
I was pondering the other day the entire concept of living well in this life. Not in the commercialized, overconsumption that has plagued much of the American landscape for at least the last thirty years. No, I mean in the being fully present with oneself, with one's God as they choose to know God, and with one's family. What would it take to look away from all the shiny trinkets that vye for the attention of generations - and just sit with the mystery of what is unknown? This is my work. I live in that space that in the physical body can feel like a fog, can feel like butterflies in the stomach, can feel like time standing still. The mystery. The holy space. The quiet moments. It is in sitting with those who have tried bargaining, have tried cajoling, have tried shouting, have tried ignoring, have tried all the things, to finally come to the realization that in all things, life, too, must end. Sudden. Unexpected. Or even, the slow agony of one withering away from old age or...
