Taken By Monica Rodgers at Mothers Beach at Dusk- Kennebunk Maine

This entire week I’ve been crying at various moments and wondering- where is this coming from?

While watching a movie, having a thought, on a phone call, or while being intimate with my partner…

Just a deep mixed blend of sadness, happiness, joy, and sorrow.   It moves through me like a surge…. a wave… coming from a deep place inside. The well of wisdom within me…

No matter how amazing life is… being awake to all of it is being awake to it’s paradox.  Life is full of contradictions.  Our inner landscape so complex.

The “well” is where my wisdom lies … that understanding that this “moment” is fleeting… that another will be along to replace it soon… to capture it’s essence and feel it deeply, wholly, and see it for it’s precious value –  such a GIFT.

To have lived fully is to have lost fully ( is this true?) to know the harsh sting of loss as intimately as I have allowed the vibrant sparkle of happiness.

The well is deep  - and ancient.  I feel gratitude when I can dip inside it’s stone walls for my drink…

To be human is to know  life’s impermanence.   The type of emotion I had this week was this kind… catch, release, catch, release… like a breath … in… out…  catch… release…

for without tears or laughter we can not capture it as beautifully in it’s purest state as when we allow it to truly move through us.