"And then the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk to bloom." --Anais Nin
Continuing through the cycle of the hours and the breath started here, I pause after the inhale of dawn and survey what greets me in the fullness of the day. Multiple images surface in this season: standing at the edge of a high dive - clinging to the open door of an airplane - arms spread wide at the peak of a mountain top. In each case, I hold my breath. I am ready to jump and anything is possible. Will I dare to risk what lies before me? Will I accept the risk to bloom and reach further?
The pause at the top of the inhale speaks to me of fullness and risk. I'd love to know... what does it say to you?