What do you do when it feels like the walls of the cliffs surrounding you are starting to crumble and cave in on you?
What to do when every step you take seems to be leading you further and further into uncertainty and quicksand?
When this feeling of overwhelm starts to creep into your mind’s edges?
When you long for the early summer meadow lying in the grass with lazy white clouds above in the deep blue sky?
And it’s raining, raining, raining…
Can I recognize the dead end I am in as I look outwards?
Letting go sounds so simple but it is so very, very hard when I’m feeling like this.
What is the advice that comes down to us from the ancients and even from our contemporaries? Can I not only listen to that advice but somehow find the inner will and determination to actually practice it? Can I smile with my in-breath and fill my pain with compassion while breathing out?
Does it all look different now?