Blessed Are Those Who Are Done

There comes a moment for some of us when we’re tired of being tired. When we’ve tired out so many of our coping mechanisms and bright ideas that we’re literally just TIRED of ourselves. We’re tired of the way we know how to do things. We’re tired of thinking, of analyzing, of figuring it all out.And when we finally reach that moment, we can start to heal.In that moment, our minds move to the background and take a well-deserved rest. And the plants and ancestors and sacred songs and the angels—the ones who have been patiently waiting for us to tire ourselves out, holding vigil and prayer around us for years and years and years—can finally come in and do their work.In that moment when we finally let go of the struggle, of the mental fun house of figuring it all out, of the belief that our minds can find the answer if we just keep searching hard enough, the heart—the mystery and the grace—gets to take the reigns.Of course, we cannot will ourselves to this point of surrender.Blessed are those who have suffered enough, for theirs is the kingdom of freedom and magic.Blessed are those who are over it, for theirs is the kingdom of healing and possibility.Blessed are those who have tried everything and failed, for theirs is the kingdom of joy.And if you’re tired of being tired—if you’re tired of figuring this out—if you’re tired of the story you’ve been playing and planning and re-strategizing for years, let me know.There’s nothing I’d love more than to let the beings of light carry you across the threshold. There is another way waiting for you. Listen.