We plan, make lists, hope, pray, fuss, worry, obsess… and none of that changes the truth: there is never a moment when we know anything.
I spend a fair amount of time each day reminding myself of this. I know nothing, ever. All the anxiety that I’ve carried decade after decade–quite the five-mile-long bag–is fear of life itself, of surrendering to its ever-present unfolding. When did I shoulder this load? It doesn’t matter.
I was the little duck, pondering, hesitating, denying, its essential nature.
Let ‘er fly, girl.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
I do not know the source of this photo. Whoever took it, thank you!