Holding an intention. The delightful mystery of the journey

In the world of business-as-usual we are taught to make goals, plan the budget, design the path forward. We are going here…and this is how we are doing it.

This is a fools game. To even think we know how we are doing it before hand. To think that the path we want to take is the path we will end up taking.

If a virus so small can teach us anything, it is that nature does not do straight lines. There are no such thing as straight lines, just as there is no such thing as the perfect sphere. Order only exists in partnership with chaos.

We want the order, the linearity, but refuse to invite the chaos, the zigzag, the delightful mystery of the journey.

To hold an intention, a direction towards, with the fierce love of the steward of this intention, while relinquishing the human constructed plan, instead breathing into the emergence, the next step, not the second or third step, just the very next step, is not a skill we are taught.

This birthing process requires holding, attending to, breathing into, sensing into the edges emerging. Conversing and communing with.

What we hold as an intention has its own gestation rate. It does not live on our timeline. It has its own timeline.

When we do this we are honouring the life of what we steward, be that an idea, and enterprise, or our own fully formed identity.

Photo taken August 11th 2020