We can become more present.
We can practice more patience.
We can listen without an agenda.
We can love deeper and wider.
We can put more creativity into the world.
We can be transformed.
We can accept responsibility.
We can do this.
We can do better.
…you’ve chosen to not be original.
This choice will numb the moment, but will also bring an aching regret down the road.
Ideas that move us to joy and tears and lives that lead us to change for the better are always original.
So for you, and for us, please bring us something new, sing us something fresh, and give us what only you can give.
There’s a first for everything and when it comes to you there will never be a second.
It’s both.
There’s probably no other art – yes, art – more significant today to your awareness and liveliness than the art of being still. Silence screams and so we tend to avoid it. I encourage you to lean in.
And there’s nothing harder to overcome than the paralysis of overthinking and over-worrying that keeps us from moving towards our truest selves and highest calling.
Here’s the catch…
Before you move, be still. And when you’re still, dwell on what moves you.
…will always store more music in the soul than “I wish I had”.
Every today was once a tomorrow and every tomorrow always will point a finger back at what was today.
It’s a choice.
…great question to be the air in your life’s sails.
Most won’t scurry up the bravery to even ask a question big enough to move them across their seas. But that’s not their fault. More than likely the guy or gal before them didn’t ask either and we won’t ask what we aren’t shown to ask.
This is your friendly reminder to ask.
For me, this is what happens for me when I ask “What is the music?”. The sails pop full, cup the wind, and I’m off into the horizon of whimsy and mystery.
If I’m ever able to give what I believe to have found is the full answer to the question above, I promise I’ll be off to the a new question.
As for you, keep asking until your boat sails without your rowing.
And if you’re boat is sailing, don’t lose the wonder of where the wind may be blowing you.
Ashton.Gustafson 