Advice

Advice: 

what I don't want to offer is advice, telling anyone how best to handle a given situation based upon anything I believe to know. My life is a complete and happy mess, full of fault and mistakes, and with little to show by middle years. Any wisdom gained would't really apply to others, not by much at least, as every person comes to such matters on their own. So I do my best to keep advice to a minimum, encouraging more, support, but not much else to say.

except, perhaps, for insight.

it's a subtle difference here, writing of any insight gleaned is sharing something deeper than beliefs, more true than simply knowledge. No insight is mine alone, nor any guru or special master's. It's ours. An insight is light, imparting sudden and with grace. From nowhere and then here and now we understand our world a little better. This can't be given, only shared and then nurtured, planted in soul and garden mind until sunlit for its bloom. 

it's how we flower. 

what I offer is glimpse of my own garden, thoughts planted and now tended through my writing. We are coming to something here, together, a dialog of sorts that may promise with a bloom. That's the key with any insight, it's not meant for one person alone, even if it's personal in its delivery. The matter is of timing and continuing with garden theme, it's based on being ready, of soil hoed and ripe for planting, receptive to rain and care of light. 

and seeds are always being planted, constant, without mostly even knowing. Life is our one true garden of understanding, it's where we bloom, not later in some distant heaven, nor in the hope of our nirvana. This, right now, is what we wake to. Our only Eden. 

a garden full of insight. 

~

Peace, Eric