From our walk, the morning after the big snow day

It’s a naked thing to show that we are fractured, that we do not have it all together. Broken all the way through to the bottom. What freedom that is, to be what we are in the moment, even if it’s unacceptable…

Think about it: We are always doing a dance — I’m good; I’m bad; I’m this; I’m that. Rather than the truth: I don’t know who I am. Instead we scurry to figure it out. We write another book, buy another blouse. We exhaust ourselves.

Imagine the freedom to let it be, this not knowing.

~Natalie Goldberg, The Great Spring: Writing, Zen, and This Zigzag Life