Day 3,833
From one song, a mountain of awareness, emotion, and introspection.
Knocking’ on Heaven’s Door by Bob Dylan
It struck so many chords for me in its beautiful simplicity.
It’s the song of the sheriff in No Country for Old Men dealing the world has passed him by.
It’s Montag in Fahrenheit 451 waking up inside s life he didn’t choose.
It’s the loosening of the self, an unmooring of the self that has brought us to this moment from the self who will live forward with a view of the shed self in the rearview mirror.
The moment you stop clinging to who you’ve been…
might be the moment something larger opens.
Lately, the river of my life feels split, wrapping around a few large rocks, only to recombine further downstream.
The same water… just shifted, strained, and mixed in new ways.
That song felt like a key.
A permission to loosen. To notice the shifting. To make peace with it.
Old chapters coming to a close, new chapters beginning.
Not a new book.
Just… the next pages.
And for the first time, I’m not rushing to turn them.
Thanks!!!

