a life... the end product of a process

I was reading a bit about the process of creating a canoe from a tree in the Samoan culture... 

"...they cut the tree down; scrape the branches from the trunk take off the bark; hollow the inside out, carve the outside shape of the hull; form the prow and the stern; carve decorations on the prow... Each canoe by this process is different... There is no time lost wondering what kind of canoe ought we to build, what shape to make the hull...  it is visible only as the end product of a process... The maker lets go of his will, and lets the process take over..." 

Immediately I thought of a life. Instead of planning and plotting from an ego-driven place of wanting to matter, to make a difference - instead to be lead by spaces.... in our bodies... in the spaces between us... in our communities & our world... What does the space require of me in any given moment? Kindness? Touch? A word? A note? Silence? Action? 

And trusting that being led by the spaces we share - with others and with the natural world - that we might suddenly take only what we can use and share the rest, we might know that it helps all of us when there is space for each person to be her/his full size & intelligence, that in releasing the fear of scarcity we might breathe easier and speak more kindly to one another... that health and feeling good matters at every age... 

Rather than wanting to live a certain kind of life - instead. Be in the life you have, and only at the end be able to see... ah... this is the life that was led... the end product of a process... of loving... 

Fia