“Do you think there’s anybody up high looking down wishing we’d enjoy the ride,
‘Cause we happen to be feeling alright
Why make things complicated when we could stay like that,
Why make things so much harder we could be gone like that,
We come across some days that go out of the way to bring us to our knees so for once, baby for once, be here with me.
Keep it steady, because you know we ain’t done yet.”
Here with Me by Elina
There’s an expression about not borrowing trouble.
About letting things unfold.
About trusting that we’re capable.
About intuiting the universe’s power and it’s frequent goodness.
About resisting ingratiating ourselves with stress and too many details at once.
About holding onto urgency without losing our footing.
About knowing what it feels like to have footing.
We too easily are emotional loose canons
Out of touch with small enough increments of time while also out of time with full pictures.
Considerate of what’s at stake, but inconsiderate of giving ourselves the option to be here for it.
Dwindling our resource of consciousness.
Ailing under self unregulation.
Offended by incompatible end games.
Unaware of incompatible end games.
Erudite in our self talk.
Squeamish in our ingestion of others talk.
Disheartened yet not heartened easily.
Afraid of the jostling currents.
The streams of past failures.
The worst case scenarios that are as much in us as the best case scenarios.
The worst case scenarios leaving us tone deaf and unprepared for them.
Fragile like an unwatered petal right before is dries out.
Tender like that same petal right before it falls.
Tenacious like that stem offering hydration, and that leaf providing nutrients.
That sun that still shines.
That weather that remains as volatile.
That soil which is more than any one ingredient.
That seed that could be any of the best or worst of us.
Our selves given every reason to disconnect.
To be elsewhere in our attention.
To tune out before something turns us off.
To check out before we have a reason to feel confident.
To muscle the presence of our temperamental soils and all that’s barely concealed from us.
To be encouraged by some small voice somewhere that says there’s reason to.
What, we ask over and over.
Reason to what?