I'm "desperate" for someone (else) to talk with about the transformation. The funny thing... is that I can get this urge and then it dissipates rather quickly. A long glance out the window, a pause to watch a breath, a realization that this moment is as it is. There is a paradoxical reality to waking up. On the one hand it has the appearance of "happening" over time; on the other hand We know it happens "in the field" of Now.

In the "old world" we create false burdens for one another. Mostly the stress that we create for ourselves is just an idea. But the funny thing is: to change the idea doesn't always work because the stressful idea will pop back in, without having thought about it. Without intending for it to show up, it gets re-cycled endlessly.

So, what can You do? Pause.