I’m grateful this one resonated too. There’s something endlessly rich in that contrast between certainty and curiosity. Here’s to staying open, again and again, as the path continues to unfold.
Timely and synchronistic. Uncertainty was the theme of my contemplative walk this afternoon. And your post was the first thing I saw when I opened my substack. Enjoyed reading this. These lines especially: "It is belonging — the vanishing kind. The kind that leaves before you can name it." That is exactly how I experience my true belonging. Maddening as it can be sometimes!
Thank you, McCall. I love that the theme of uncertainty showed up on your walk and then found its echo here. That kind of synchronicity always feels like a quiet nod from the universe. And yes, that elusive, vanishing sense of belonging… just when you feel it, it slips away. Maddening, yes, but maybe also a reminder that it’s real, even if it can’t be held. Grateful to be walking this unfolding path alongside you.
Wow, this is beautifully written! You captured the essence of certainty and curiosity so perfectly, the way certainty always slips through our fingers, and how curiosity, steady and grounding, gently brings us back to ourselves
Thank you so much, Selene. I’m really glad this resonated with you. That contrast between slipping certainty and the quiet return of curiosity feels like such a familiar rhythm. I love how you said it: how curiosity gently brings us back to ourselves. Yes. That’s it exactly.
This resonated deeply... Certainty and curiosity, the contrast.
Let's stay curious, always... with a beautiful, unfolding path ahead....
Thank you again, Simona.
Your reflections land with such clarity and care.
I’m grateful this one resonated too. There’s something endlessly rich in that contrast between certainty and curiosity. Here’s to staying open, again and again, as the path continues to unfold.
You called?
Yes, let’s walk
Walking on the ebb and flow of knowing, unknowing, not knowing
Subscribed with uncertain certainty
Always with curiosity
A path unfolding, taken again
Out of curiosity…
Yes, I called.
And I love that you heard it
in your own rhythm.
Let’s walk. Always.
With curiosity as our compass,
and the ebb and flow as our music.
Timely and synchronistic. Uncertainty was the theme of my contemplative walk this afternoon. And your post was the first thing I saw when I opened my substack. Enjoyed reading this. These lines especially: "It is belonging — the vanishing kind. The kind that leaves before you can name it." That is exactly how I experience my true belonging. Maddening as it can be sometimes!
Thank you, McCall. I love that the theme of uncertainty showed up on your walk and then found its echo here. That kind of synchronicity always feels like a quiet nod from the universe. And yes, that elusive, vanishing sense of belonging… just when you feel it, it slips away. Maddening, yes, but maybe also a reminder that it’s real, even if it can’t be held. Grateful to be walking this unfolding path alongside you.
Yes... that is exactly how I know it's real. "The Tao that can be named is not The Tao..." 🙏🏼
Wow, this is beautifully written! You captured the essence of certainty and curiosity so perfectly, the way certainty always slips through our fingers, and how curiosity, steady and grounding, gently brings us back to ourselves
Thank you so much, Selene. I’m really glad this resonated with you. That contrast between slipping certainty and the quiet return of curiosity feels like such a familiar rhythm. I love how you said it: how curiosity gently brings us back to ourselves. Yes. That’s it exactly.