Nothing to fix

What if, for this day, we embody the belief there is nothing to fix?

Yes, there’s stuff to do…errands to run, love to be given, laundry to be folded, children to be tended to.

But can we take some time to consider a state where there are no wounds to be healed? Flaws to be excised? Defects to be incinerated?

Daunting.

Perhaps we can start with a simple moment.

Resist the rising desire for emphatic protestation…

…and simply inquire.

What is here and has always been?