Half Life
I found a poem in a book recently that I think speaks to how so many of us find life unfolds, and I would like to share it here as my first official blog post
Many of my clients seem to feel some level of disappointment in themselves to still be learning or finding themselves
around third or mid-life. What I always say to them is that this is how it is supposed to go.
We first have to learn all of whom and what we are not before we begin to feel our internal knowing buoying us into a new way of being. It rises steadily in us until we feel it floating up in our nervous systems, reactions, choices, throats, and decisions.
Until we have no choice but to begin following it…
“We walk through half our life as if it were a fever dream.
Barely touching the ground,
Our eyes half-open, our heart half-closed.
Not half knowing who we are
We watch the ghost of us drift from room to room
Through friends and lovers
Never quite as real as advertised.
Not saying half we mean or meaning half we say
We dream ourselves from birth to birth
Seeking some true self.
Until the fever breaks
And the heart cannot abide a moment longer
As the rest of us awakens,
Summoned from the dream,
Not half-caring for anything but love.”
-Shan Tsai from “Becoming Kuan Yin” by Stephen Levine
