Someone once asked me if I had any regrets. In thinking back, of course there was pain – sometimes, unimaginable. Though inevitably, there was a return to ‘home’ – following a contemplation of both purpose and effect.

Gandhi said that freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes. Life isn’t easy, and it’s not always pretty. We want to break free from these bindings of habit, and yet – we fear the process may be far too overwhelming.

What we know as ‘self’ – with all of its scars and bruises – is often preferable to this path of uncertainty. We want to be bold – to learn, discover and grow. Yet still, we struggle with our own hesitations – wondering if we are strong enough to withstand the journey. Or, worse yet, that we are deserving.

Everything in this life – every choice, every hope, every dream – sits delicately upon the fulcrum of willingness and worth.

When Rossini composed his great chorus, it was an accident that lifted the notes from a minor to a major key – leaving us this unmistakable gift of balance and harmony. “And to this,” he wrote, “all the beautiful effects of the chorus is due.”

Try to appreciate the paradigm, my friends – that a ‘perfect’ life invites our missteps. In welcoming our mistakes, we become our truth.

In peace, and with much love…

Namaste ❣