Yesterday was the last full moon of the winter. To me, it felt like a moment of closure, but also of clarity. It reminded me that we live in a dual world, in nature, but also within ourselves. Light and darkness, movement and stillness, it all belongs.
From the universe, or the cosmos, I once again received beautiful wisdom. Something I wanted to write down for myself, simply to hold onto it.
What touched me most was the parallel I saw between my son, one year and three months old, and my own spiritual journey. They began around the same time. He is still discovering the world. He can already walk, but he still wobbles, loses his balance sometimes, and falls straight onto his little bottom.
And in that, I recognize myself. On my spiritual path, I am becoming more aware of what I do not know. I stumble, I fail, I try, and each time I get back up. With curiosity, with wonder. There is still so much to discover.
That duality lives within us. Nature shows us this constantly. There are phases of growth and letting go, of action and rest. We will never live in a permanent, heaven-like state here, probably not even after death. That is not a flaw, it is simply part of existence.
And that realization calls us back into the present moment. This is not an insight reserved only for Buddhism, it is universal. It teaches us that difficult things pass. And from that knowing, we can draw strength and courage.
It asks us to stand strong, to not run when things get hard, but to remain still within the fire. Because it is there, in the fire, that we learn the most.
And in the end, we are sometimes given something extra. A quiet invitation to reconnect with living energy itself. With what connects everything. With the knowing that all is one, and that we are part of it.