Feeling full in your incompleteness

Do you ever feel full in your incompleteness?

When I was graduating college I felt this way. Fulfilled in my only begun-ness. I feel it even now 3.3 decades later. It’s the way blissed-out new lovers feel, sated in their journey just started. 

Writers who trust their craft feel it when they’ve entered into a new project: the glorious mystery of unfoldingness.

You know it will be drawn out, the story or book or poem or post. It is coming and you will be ushering it in like a midwife.

There is a spiritual equivalent. You feel it in every moment of connection. You feel whole even in your opening to more-ness.

Unearthing everyday joy (one way)
Dorrie Koller's gift from the sea: Recovering life after the death of family members