the Awe of Ambiguity
"let life be easy and bold"
Feb 11, 2026
In times of transformation (which is a lot of what life is about) there’s tension and discomfort, even fear. Not knowing what will happen. Not being fully (or even partly) in control. Having to juggle too much. Having to realize that choosing to care is often the more difficult and less acknowledged choice. Even if ultimately worth it.
Noticing and feeling into the awe in these realities can help us cope.
An awareness of awe does something to change our interaction as life with its very essence, whereby we begin to notice that ambiguity (and the paradox in loving what does not seem to care) is generative. We feel into meaning itself differently; the point is not to solve tensions but to notice them, and in so doing, to notice other tensions that balance those like constellations, opening our senses and capacities and endurance.
This might sound too challenging or even counterproductive—why would we want more tension? But it has to do with noticing this movement as it is, which is never ‘one’ anything, which is always full with everything, without beginning or end. We don’t know how to handle that, and so we experience the awe of it, which is closer to knowing it than words can get. The more we let ourselves feel through our hard feelings (not resist them, not take up their offer to become their vibration), the more we feel into the awe that is under and within and building through them.
Life can be easy in the streams where we are bold, where we are being carried by the wave while fully attentive to it; where we have gotten used to getting up early, going out to the ocean, pulling ourselves up onto the board again and again until the right wave lifts. Some nights, we might even look forward to it, to the feeling of the cold sand under bare feet. We might go to bed early because we cannot wait to wake up and be there when the first light comes over the horizon. To be in that place where the good and bad and fear of the day no longer make sense because we’re entering a wider ocean.
In the spirit of holding paradox, sometimes that ocean is lonely and still. Sometimes the beginning and endlessness of it is too much to bear (especially alone!); it’s like a prayer; we are shy and vulnerable and small. Feeling into its awe. Finding our board. Letting life be easy and bold.