Just like a cold day in Spring it will pass
I so like to be reminded about ‘being’, rather than ‘doing’.
When I find myself caught up or lost in ‘doing’, or ‘trying to do’ certain feelings arise and with them the response to want to fix them, because they are on the not-wanted list. It occurs to me that any mixed-up feelings – the ones that seem to disturb the peace – can be reflecting change; confusion can be the breaking down of the already known, before the new known appears. Each of us has so much to offer the world; ourselves, our gratitude, our love. We can be amazed by the courage and freedom we express in the everyday and mostly unnoticed moments of our living.
I reflect on some of my adventures, near misses, tight spots, disasters, triumphs and successes and the ordinariness under my nose that is extraordinary: music, laughter, children, birds and gardens, aircraft, mobile phones, electricity. It sometimes takes a moment of being to reconnect and sometimes, a moment of being, to recognise what exists for all of us all the time.
I can be quieter, gentler, softer and kinder to myself, especially when the engine of thought processing in my head gets noisy.
Let it grind
Let it whirr
Let it screech.
The noise is not me, it’s just those rusty cogs and worn out chains…past interest, past meaning-making, the past. Just like a cold day in Spring it will pass. Somewhere in the great universal picture, that is always being created, there is understanding, truth and my true home. I only know what I make up but occasionally I may touch something beyond that ‘known’, the feeling of a crystal clear note or a heart-stopping harmony somewhere within my being. Just maybe I can feel the rumbles of my personal engine with compassion, hear the sounds as a reflection of my true resilience…I made it here, to now, and now and now.
Always unfolding, we open ourselves to possibility within the noise; we remain our beautiful, innocent selves and each a part of the same choir of life….thank you for expressing your own music in the world.