I love co-creation.

How a single sentence, a thought, a reflection can spark something within me.
How it ripples through, deepens, and then effortlessly takes form in words.

Floris' post touched something in me.
Because this is what it always comes down to.

How we think we’re searching, while there’s nothing to search for.
How we think something is missing, while we are already whole.
How we think we are stuck, while the path opens the moment we dare to feel.

But why does that feel so terrifying?

Why does it sometimes seem like there’s a wall between us and that deep knowing?
Why does coming home to ourselves feel like something we endlessly have to "try"?

Because our system isn’t designed to make it easy for us.

Because our survival brain is built to keep us away from deep feeling.
Because there is something there that was once too much.
Too big.
Too overwhelming.

And so, we build systems.
Stories.
Strategies.

Everything to make sure we don’t have to go there.
Everything to keep the illusion alive that something out there will complete us.

Because to feel what once froze inside of us?
To our brain, that equals death.
Not metaphorically. Literally.

Our nervous system doesn’t know the difference between then and now.
So we keep ourselves busy.
We analyze.
We search.
We try to understand.
And our system subtly, cleverly, masterfully leads us away from that one thing.

That one thing that holds our full potential.

Because if we allow it…

If we do feel,
If we do look,

That’s where the gold is.

Then, there is nothing left to search for.
Then, the stories fade.
Then, everything falls into place.

Then, we remember:

There is nothing outside of us.
There has never been anything outside of us.
There is only this experience, here and now.

And then it happens.

The struggle stops.
The searching stops.
And you are just here.
Exactly where you’ve always been.

Home.

And you? What happens when you allow yourself to truly be still?
I would love to hear from you.