"It's OK the way it is" he said to me, and in my listening I heard
"the way it is" gently emphasized.
I looked. I got it. I smiled. "Beautiful point" I said to him after
But it was even more than that. That way of seeing is
the platform for a transformed life. It's the solid
foundation on which to build a future. It's the once considered
impossibly located balm for all things unbearable.
Standing in the opening of the sheer simplicity of it, I notice
where my life is given to
things, changing things, fixing things, avoiding things, explaining
things, justifying things. Where is my life given to it's OK the
way it is? Given the obvious, that the way it is is the way it is,
shouldn't all my life always be given to it all the time?