"Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are."
~ Rumi ~
Is it better to end slowly, by degrees, or just to end? There is something about dragging out a departure and good-byes that makes it almost excruciating, and yet, it does create a certain readiness and total completeness that isn't there with a quick cutting-off.
Maybe neither is better. Maybe one is just one thing and the other just the other. We're always trying to make things mean something, but maybe they don't necessarily. Maybe stuff just happens, and our interpretations and speculations and determinations and worries are just that- and block us from the ability to simply experience what is.
I stop trying to figure everything out and get present to what's actually happening.
