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Undistorted, Radical Clarity's avatar

There’s a quiet power in what you’re pointing to—that when we’re actually in our lives, the ordinary stops being ordinary. It becomes real. And that realness isn’t always peaceful or pretty. Sometimes it’s painful, sometimes absurd, but it’s honest. That honesty is the thread that connects beauty and sorrow, joy and discomfort, all in the same breath.

I’ve noticed that what prevents people from showing up fully isn’t a lack of capacity—it’s the habit of protecting themselves from the rawness of being alive. We think presence should feel good. But real presence doesn’t promise ease. It promises contact. And once we’re in contact, even the most basic moment—laundry, subways, grief—has the potential to shift everything.

Thanks for this. It’s a reminder not just to look closer, but to actually arrive in what we’re already living.

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Carol Bloom's avatar

My wife presented me with a shishkabob of pineapple and cherries on a fork this morning. A few pieces of fruit never tasted so good. I savored every morsel along with the love with which it was offered.

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