What control? Just be. God and the universe got us. Anxiety ceases, insight deepens, and peace returns when I remember that I control nothing. And that that’s ok. Illusory control doesn’t stop being true because of my resistance and strong will. Fact: I destroy things when I hold them too tightly, or when I war them away; a preemptive oddity because I fear their neglect or impermanence. I’m remembering to acknowledge the stillness and rumblings and just say “oh” to the places that hurt. My struggle is my karma and also it just is. My blessings too.
Asé