A perfect metaphor - I thought. For where exactly this finds me. Here. Now. Today.

Quietly reflecting. Cleaning and clearing. Inhaling and exhaling. Releasing the old...allowing space for the new. At first glance - a task that is color less. At second - a one that is rich and vibrant and full.

I'm looking back from where this all began...and how I began it. It was meant to be nothing other than a one year project...which then became two...and which has now become a habit.
A daily discipline. A practice.

Who was I then? Who am I now? Who will I be-coming? What twist and unexpected turn might this journey to nowhere lead?

Birthdays can do this. They can make one reflective. Mine - has certainly - done this for me.

There are no answers. I've grown comfortable with living in the questions...in the quiet reflections...in the moments in between.

Yesterday - these reflections were filled with autumn's warmest hues.
Today - they're soft and muted.

Tomorrow - who knows?

I no longer ask. I've learned. All I need to do is show up. The magic happens.
The prize is always in the messy...muddled...oftentimes confusing...sometimes revealing...priceless precious process.

It's right there in the middle of this pose.

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