slowing down

I have so many questions these days:  Who am I without the ideas/fantasies that sell me false truths? Who am I without the ideas/fantasies which promise me safety, but don’t actually give me safety? Who am I without the ideas/fantasies that promise connection but don’t actually give me healthy connection? 

This morning, a scent grabbed me, nuzzling a part of me that had been slumbering all these winter months. In a split second, this flower, and all her itty bitties, woke me up.

Letting myself be lost... staying in beginner’s mind- it is the deepest invitation these days for me. I watch my mind try to grasp onto this, or that, so as to have some (delusionary) control.