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Wabi-Sabi…

…is a Japanese concept that essentially underlines the grace and beauty of things that one would typically consider asymmetrical, incomplete, or imperfect.

Wikipedia notes, “Characteristics of the wabi-sabi aesthetic include asymmetry, roughness, simplicity, austerity, modesty, intimacy, and appreciation of the ingenuous integrity of natural objects and processes.”

What a great word to waltz with for the next seven days.

When we’re off the hook of perfection, we can then be held and hold the rest of the world with a hope that rests outside the lines of superficiality, perfection, and the status-quo.

Say it with me…wabi-sabi.

Better yet…see it with me.

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This week can we…

…speak with light and love?

…celebrate the success of another?

…earn our 10,000 hours?

…become a redemptive presence in our relationships, careers, and lives?

…ask greater questions?

…be ok with greater mystery?

…not fight the current of process?

…enjoy the process?

…love an enemy?

…forgive an enemy?

…dare to be seen?

 

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Original > Another

This can be just another Monday.

A groggy attempt to reclaim weekend highs with a frustrated posture for wherever you may find yourself in spirit, mind, and body.

Or it can be magical, majestic, and pregnant with possibility and hope.

It can be just another ________

…or it can be an original.

Maybe your children are offering you a song that welcomes you back to your original child-likeness. Remember that ‘you’? That you never had a business card and won’t ever need one either.

Perhaps the sun that will warm your skin today is the same sun humming a tune into the dirt and vines on your block ushering spring into being out of the muck of autumn’s decay. Could the bloom(s) of spring be millions of lovely questions and affirmations bursting specifically for you? If you listen closely, you can hear them exude via color “I’m an original…and so are you!”

Or maybe this monotonous Monday has an agenda that is woven with earth and Heaven? And what if that agenda could use a conduit, a bridge, or a medium to transport something that, end the end, could transform something? What if that conduit was you? What if you were also meant to be in on the transformation?

Call it whatever you need to.

Just don’t call it Monday.

That carries too much baggage.

You’ve been given wings to go somewhere new, eyes to see with possibility, and hands to paint with hope.

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Human(s)

We get the word human from humus. In Latin, humus literally means soil.

In other words, when humans (before they called themselves humans) first needed a word to agree on to describe who and what they were, they pointed to the dirt…the ground…the place of growth and the setting for decomposition to create what’s next.

And yet there’s also a dimension of Spirit with our grounded, ‘humusness’.

There’s soul moving in the soil.

Theres being happening in the biology.

There’s something divine playing in the space between our first breath and our decomposition.

We are cocktails of Heaven and Earth.

How will you put these two together?

Your answer is what I call the music.

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