Without shoulds.
Without comparison.
Without outside voices
telling you that you are made for More without reminding you that you are made for Now.
There is intimacy with yourself.
Even here amongst the constant movement.
And the mess you just cleaned up.
And the extremely detailed plot line of the Harry Potter Legos.
And cars in your face.
There is intimacy with yourself.
In desiring your life.
In receiving your life.
No matter if it’s a season of ambition or a season of stillness.
There is intimacy with yourself.
Even here.
