Emptied. Lightened. Because it's the truth of it.

Why not start with a poem...

Emptied. Lightened. Because it’s the truth of it. 

We carry nothing with us but what we choose. 

We hold our worries in the pockets of our bodies, and only we can say 'no. thank you.'

Only we can look up from our pages and glance toward the sky and breathe and sink and expand outward into the space we hold. 

Only we can move through life with open hearts and open hips and notice the scent of rain or the smooth indentations of a brass door knob. 

Only we can choose to fill the page with moments witnessed in the morning light, our toes still cool from waking. 

Only we can choose to hop around with these legs, to gratefully utilize our hands, our soul, speaking through them the infinite universe. 

Only we can find the words, the clay, the ash, the ink to share our vessels, silent without shape. 

Only we hold the universe inside of us. 

Only me, you, they, the tiniest budding leaf, the elephant taking one gray step across the sandy soil. 

Only you, only me, only we can let go of what does not serve us and open ourselves to this one, single moment.