The cold and dark descend upon me like heavy clouds. My focus draws inwards. Folding into that stillness without resistance brings crispness and clarity. There I discover warm radiant light in the cool crisp darkness.
The waters span wide. The air open and clear. We fly in a world of abundance yet so often we swirl in competition for the perfect bite. Jockeying for our place in the sun. Diving deep for what feeds us with such reckless abandon. But, when we soar gently on the currents of the air, watch intently for the tell-tale shadow that slides below the glistening surface of the water, in that moment the abundance shines clearly …soaring and diving, not in fear of what others might take from us, rather in knowing there is plenty and we can in every moment be freely and completely fed.
Be grateful for the simple things…the love, the quiet, the laughter, each sunset, and the way that everyone in your life is there just as they are supposed to be perfectly annoying, perfectly intrusive, perfectly guiding you.
Embrace the simplicity of a plan already divinely created for you by you, all the pieces and all the players unfolding exactly as they are supposed to without layers of distraction, without redirection, not needing to be bigger or smaller.
Embrace the simplicity of it all and for that be grateful.
Every breath, every smile, every grimace, every tear comes together– compounding like colors on a painter’s palette, fusing as girders on a towering skyscraper, divinely blending parts into a whole. This is the science of creating me.
Life follows patterns like the phases of the moon – some moments rich and full, some waxing or waning. As we flow through each moment of life, we can feel joy and know beauty. We can also welcome pain and even sorrow. For we know that each night the moon changes and each moment we change…into something curiously new.
Behind the shades of darkness that cause us to wax or to wane, there is a great fullness to who we are. Whether veiled and barely noticeable or opulently shining, the moon is always full.
Marvel at the light of the full moon. Feel its majestic power. Be awed by that same divine fullness that shines in you.
In the quiet stillness of the morning’s dawn, I sit, knowing my fullness. Visions and reflections upon a life that is joyful, playful, peaceful, successful, grateful, “easeful,” all floating through my consciousness. I smile in all of the fullness and the goodness that I feel in those quite moments.
And, as the day rolls in and I leave my perch of stillness, of knowing who I really am, in walk the dominant thoughts and beliefs, those who come bearing gifts of knowledge, perspective, and guidance.
Disguised as motivation and inspiration, they convince me that they should stay. As the days go on, more and more of them fill the walls that are me until there is no room for much of anything else.
It becomes harder and harder to return to the visions of the joyful, peaceful, successful me as more and more of my thoughts and beliefs are no longer playful, easeful, and grateful, but are doubtful, stressful, hurtful, “limitful” and “lackful.”
With this set of beliefs and thoughts, how can I expect to live out my heart’s deepest longing, my rightful life of grace and ease, my natural state of happiness and goodness? I cannot.
So, I dig down deep, barely remembering that beautiful being that is me. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I drop back into the stillness of the early dawn and on each exhale I thank those dominant thoughts and beliefs for their visit. I wish them well as they whisk away on the mist of my breath.
I return to simply being…in all the strength, beauty, vitality, richness, ease, and joy that is me.
Being in the way I was meant to be.
The hill before me seems so steep, so long, so much bigger than me. The winding path uneven and barely visible. Yet when I pause at the top something awakens in me – faith, fear, hope, a trust in something deeper within. So I lay down on the earth. Rocking side to side, halfway between swaddling myself and building momentum, it happens – I tip over and begin to roll. Rolling, rolling, rolling, the momentum builds, the freedom grows and the feat dissipates replaced by exhilaration, Oh the joy of letting go! I arrive at the bottom of the hill, heart racing, head spinning, exhausted, exalted, so happy and good.
Why do I not pick this path more often?