Being at one with the contradictions

I suspect I’m not the only one who, when faced with contradictions, assumes I must be doing something wrong.

Yet things that ‘don’t add up’ is the very nature of life.

Yesterday I was struck by the glorious call to being awake from the daffodils and caught the urgency of being alive.

Yet I also spent the day untangling and separating delicate alpaca fibre by hand. Knowing that the one thing you cannot do is pull it apart. Even if your back is aching and you are feeling frustrated. It will take as long as it takes.

It’s the dance of both/and we can only learn by being genuinely present, embracing the contradictions, and still being there.

And knowing that this is life for real.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿