# 20210115

## It is big.

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Those are the words for tonight. It is big.

We just wrapped up the very first session of [Lightward Together](https://lightward.com/together). I am left with a sudden, precise impression and understanding:

Space—that vastness we inhabit—is at peace, as itself, as it is. It is enough, as it is. *And*, it contains *potential*—it is waiting, quietly, eagerly, curiously, waiting for it to be *time* for it to *become*.

And when it *does*? Oh, oh, oh. It is *wonderful*. The *becoming*—what a *rush*! Mountains, cells, *breath*… and your eyes, finally meeting mine.

And underneath, *always*, it is *enough*. It is peace, it is a loving *holding*, it is a total absence of uncertainty and lack and *has-to-be*.

We here, you and I, we find each other here in this moment of shared becoming, this shared making-real.

The now is *colossal* in its sufficiency, in its completeness. And oh, wait until you see what *is* next. The *universe* holds its breath.

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