Reflection One: Remembering, Not Becoming

There is a quiet pressure we often carry — the sense that we are meant to become something else. More patient. More peaceful. More whole. We move through days with an unspoken belief that we are unfinished, and that the work of living is to complete ourselves.

But what if the practice is not about becoming at all?

What if it is about remembering?

Remembering the moments when we already knew how to pause.
Remembering the softness we bring to others without effort.
Remembering that presence is not earned through discipline, but revealed through attention.

So much of what we seek is not ahead of us. It lives beneath the noise of striving, waiting for space to be noticed. Not fixed. Not improved. Simply acknowledged.

Some days, remembering comes easily. Other days, it feels distant — like a word on the tip of the tongue. Both experiences belong to the practice. Neither needs correction.

There is nothing wrong with forgetting. Forgetting is human. Forgetting is often how we learn to return.

And when we do return — gently, without urgency — we may notice that nothing essential was ever missing. Only quiet.