Showing Up

Showing up:

my only true talent is showing up, and that’s really it, every morning, early as I can manage, I approach my meditation bench with the same reverence that I did more than twenty five years ago — and my day begins here, with a commitment to sit and let the world find me exactly as I am, not seeking to change, and yet honest to faults and blessings alike.

this same talent for showing up extends to my writing, actually a continuation of my meditation, and again it’s the words that find me, as I am content to sit before an empty screen, patient to a routine that always follows, ideas forming through the morning silence, words appear, writing happens. My only role it to show up and allow the process to play it natural course. I am not a writer, nor a seeker in any true way, life occurs, words get written, awakening happens, and all completely on their own accord. I’m simply fortunate to be present.

of course I cultivate skills, nourishing a certain sense of artistry, and apply it all as needed. But even this has an energy of its own, a rhythm that finds me at just the perfect time, without willful action on my part. There is no attempt to write better, nor to meditate any deeper, or longer than the day before, there’s no striving to awaken — moment by moment, whatever needs to find me readily appears, and always exactly where I am, here, now, with nowhere else to…