I noticed this once on a long meditation retreat and I notice it again so clearly during this time in my life.  In each moment sufficiency is present. In each moment I am clear or calm or content or simply ok.  Each moment is completely endurable, maybe even pleasant, or blissful.

Yet when you ask me how I am doing with all of this my immediate response internally at least is: “This sucks.  Im tired, Worn out. Wanting cancer to take a hike.”  Each moment is complete and perfect, yet the story I have about the moments all strung together is a story very often riddled with scarcity and fear.  Story is always at minimum one degree of separation from our present moment direct experience.  And the present moment and intimate relatedness is where sufficiency resides.  Always.

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