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Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worth of rescue.


This poem by Martha Postlewaite is so profound in it’s simple message. I read it awhile ago, adored it, and have revisited it recently when a few friends mentioned their distress at not knowing which path to follow.

I myself am currently having some time for clearing in magical Bali. Having spent a couple of months here in the past and really using that time to reassess, explore and most importantly just sit, with space; space to think, to feel, to just be, my own path became clear – at least the one I walk now. A year on I thought it would be a beautiful time to revisit, clear space again, clarify my way. Sometimes it’s only the beginning of the path that’s clear and the rest doesn’t come into view until you start down it, sometimes you even have to lay the pavers yourself.

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