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Bright Passage
Not necessarily an urge, not immediacy, not definition as truth, but definition as when I notice the flex of my arm when I lift something heavy, to see a particular part working, straining, even, against something else, which is the measure of closing a sentence.
Taylor Johnson
A calling is a heavy weight. Let me explain. There is a certain amount of hope in a calling, and hope has weight. There is a certain amount of faith in a calling, and faith has weight. There is a certain amount of attention in a calling, and attention has weight.
Weight looks like fear, anxiety, doubt, and anger — anything that ties us in knots. Weight looks like the need, overtime, to do what you need to do. Weight sounds like the still small voice that whispers in your ear. Weight is as heavy as the relief you feel when you let go.
We can practice letting go of the weight by paying attention to details — big and small details ground our perspective. We can practice letting go of the weight by being grateful for it all — for all of life’s unspeakable gifts. We can practice letting go of the weight by connecting with our breath, again and again and again, until we write the end of a sentence.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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