Plenty Mind

We talk about being "enough" and knowing we were always "enough."  

Well, that's no longer

 (sigh)

enough for me.

What I long for is a sense of plenty-

 not “having it all”

 because that feels

 like too much to fit into my carry-on.

Plenty feels like choice.

Freedom.

Decision.

Spaciousness.

When there is plenty of time, there's no rushing out and forgetting your phone charger

that you replace at the airport kiosk

when there aren't any scissors to open it.

When there's plenty of love, there's no temptation to

spend even one more second with that guy who drips water in the bathroom floor-

presumably because he doesn't see the hand towel that's there for that reason.

When there's plenty of money, there's not much 3 am time wondering

how you might sell it all with a do-over

and stop lying to yourself.

When there’s plenty of health, there’s no denying

that your body is crying for movement and water

and your consistent playful attention.

This sense of plenty changes everything

 and

strips away the trace of separation.

We’re left with reckoning with what matters to us.

When Plenty takes residence

there's only space and expansion…

& delicious possibility that today contains

the just right amount

of love, play and work to

feel like a

Life  Well-lived.

That this breath might feel sacred

and the next one too.

This sense knowing

that there's nothing to DO

to earn it.

Plenty lives in the space

where we’ve cleared away the clutter

enough to rest in it.

Plenty doesn't come from hustle.

She arises from grace and ash.

Plenty stands in the bravery of walking away from anyone

and anything

who creates

a scarcity-sized hole

with words of not enough.

She chooses not to hear

those edicts

(even from her own head)

any

more

Plenty knows the sweet & simple expanse of

time

money

health

love.

She happily skips alongside into the sunshine of

this plenty-sized path that's yours to walk.