I am generally an empowered individual. I think that I create my own destiny and I can probably have an effect on most things in my life. But that doesn’t mean I can make everything beautiful.
The woman in ballet class who I toured with two decades ago and generally acts like she doesn’t know who I am, let it be broken. The downstairs neighbor who harassed us until we moved out and continues to do so after we are gone, let it be broken. The family members who don’t behave within my realm of acceptable, let it be broken. I don’t need to make everything beautiful. I don’t need to feel bad about it either.
Not everything can and should be beautiful. Let the brokenness show us what is functional and whole: the client who got me going to an exercise class; the neighbor whose kid is now best friends with our son; the love that emanates from our home; the cats that make us stop and love them at least twenty times a day. Let it be whole. Let us be blessed.
Psilocybin doesn’t care so much about your feelings. It will hold up a mirror and show you what and how you are. The answer rarely seems to be ‘fix it’. Most often the answer is ‘see it as it is.’ Do you need to know the exact cause of your habitual suffering in order to decide to adjust and make it irrelevant?
You don’t have to do that digging to shift. Just shift.
I have limited time and energy. We are old so soon and dead after that. This life is a brief stage in a larger process of which we have no conception. I hold these hearts in my hands while I briefly exist.