To be balanced does not mean to be perfect, to be in a fixed center. Perfection is death and imperfection is life. When we observe the bird flying, it moves both wings at the same time and, eventually, with similar strength and rhythm. The bird swings a bit to the right, a bit to the left and experience this playful game of finding a balance. The center is moving forward through the integration of both wings. When we are able to integrate our light and shadow, feminine and masculine, inside and outside, action and non-action… we move through our center. This is not a fixed point to be achieved. It is a constant game moving from one extreme to the other, experiencing our energy, hidden corners, emotions and challenges. No fight, no blame, no judgement and accepting what is. Just watchful awareness and self-compassionate embracing our wings, which enable us to fly.
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