This is the time to take the boldest action
Oh beautiful day
Not a breath of wind. Not a cloud. Not too hot.
People walking, running, cycling. Morning activity.
The Australian light, something to be experienced to understand.
A young father and his two sons. The tender touch of his hands. Guidance. Speaking love in silent volumes.
My love and I meeting for coffee after my early morning pool session.
A blog to write. A day beginning.
Once upon a time I allowed all the pressures to walk with me, every moment buried under their weight.
A fist of fear sat in my stomach. How will I do this…make this happen, cross this bridge…?
Someone commented to me last week that they could not see a life without the self doubt.
Twenty years ago, ten years ago, five years ago I would have said the same.
Today I can be with the beautiful day. Caring deeply about taking action for a more beautiful world. Yet being so comfortable in my own skin, with my own shadow and light, that there is only now.
Curious is it that we have a life time to practise loving ourselves, to arrive later in life, watching the youth wrestle with demons that we no longer allow dominion.
This is the time to take the boldest action. This is the time to love everything. The pleasure and the pain. The struggle and the flow.
To be the most relevant, even in a culture that insists on the irrelevance of age.
Photo taken November 16th 2021
