“The Dao that can be spoken is not the true Dao."

I’ve always been more comfortable living with more questions than there are answers. That’s not everyone’s cup of tea, I know. But the primer I discovered as a child was the Dao De Jing (aka, Tao Te Ching), rife with illusive double-speak. I read the words but they had no meaning. “It’s a book of frustrating riddles,” I thought, “but no answers.” After about seventy spins around the sun, the roots of my relationship to that thin little book, to life, and to patience itself have deepened, become more nuanced and complex—flowering like the flavors of a fine wine. 

Mindfulness enables us to notice the dance of life as it happens. Life provides the backdrop through which we dance between accumulated knowledge, noticing what is meaningful, helpful or useful in one instance, perhaps not in another. Wisdom is cultivated when we breathe our way through that which is uniquely ours to do at any given moment, seeing ourselves within the context of a much larger whole, and allowing the process of life to unfold.