What do we do in our places of knowing? Those things we are sure of or have confidence in.
Do we go and find something else to add to our collection?
Or might we sit with our knowing until it becomes our unknowing?
Probing its soft edges and letting them unfold.
Until they mellow into greater fullness, and we enter the infinite with awe and wonder.
One choice feels smaller than the other.
Yet I wonder how we could do this together.
Because the beginning of wisdom is recognising that there is something bigger than me.
~ Regenerative conversations: renewing our world one conversation at a time.