One of the truly liberating practices we lose as we grow older is the ability to ‘just allow’ life to happen with a sense of deep aliveness and attention to the world; a devotion to making life’s invisibles visible, and above all a profound kindness to everything that exists, within and without.

I write and speak quite a lot about attention, however attention without feeling, as I have slowly learnt, is empty of allowing. An openness — an empathy — is necessary if attention is to have real meaning which touches the heart.

Such openness and empathy  surrounds our very being and is given to us freely by the birds, the wind, the sky, sun, moon and the fragile dandelion. 

We all have this capacity to enter into a deeper, fuller level of allowing, of seeing into all those beautiful ‘heavenly invisibles.’ 

Once we are able to step out of the sense of ‘me, my, mine,’ our own thoughts, our own presence, we become open to the vitality, resilience, kindness, vulnerability.

Through the act of allowing, of simply letting go, we can enter into a more fully human world and embrace it in a wonder and joy which can be shared with all💓 the kind of wonder and joy that enters the soul like a deep inhalation and remains there forever as an eternal exhale.

Little Heading May

Rising from the ground,

body green and slender;

offers you a flower.

Here, it says, this is forever.