There are times when life feels like a wobble on a wire, a time of teetering above the unknown, the endless void. The world dances with steps we don’t know, and we’re almost always wrong-footed by the tempo – left feeling a little embarrassed and awkward.
If we look further than the end of our noses, it’s clear that pretty much everything streams out of our control.
It only takes a blink for the bubble to burst.
But we are co-creators. We build castles in the air, fill our lives with stuff, clutter, background noise. We write lists, make plans, set targets. We sooth ourselves with lullaby songs of safety, just deserts, hard works’ reward. Of course, none of this is ours, nothing really belongs.
Darkness yawns below and the stars spin too far above to reach. There is nothing but balance to hold on to. It is a truth that its almost too much to bear.
And yet it is not so black. This is a beautiful place to wait for a fall and there is a splendour even in the plummet.
There are joys to touch, wonders to reach for, if we could just quit clinging on to empty air.
Letting go is an art it takes practice to perfect.