Every wave carries the whole ocean
I did not build what I now stand inside of. Looking back across eighty years, the pattern is almost embarrassing: everywhere I pushed, I failed to arrive. Everywhere I wasn’t looking, something arrived in me. A story about grace, grief, and why the door only opened once I stopped trying to force it.
The essay explores the contrast between external appearances driven by ego and the authentic life sought by the soul. Through the imagery of silver-haired women in Vermont, it emphasizes the beauty of aging and simplicity, advocating for genuine connections and acceptance of the self over societal expectations. It highlights the soul’s desire for presence, connection, and beauty in everyday life.
Radiance increases as self-reference decreases.
The body becomes translucent to being.
The author reflects on a personal journey of self-discovery, exploring the significance of truly seeing oneself. This transformative experience leads to recognition of the soul and the essence of existence.
