All the things!
You know, I was thinking about all the different things their are to talk about and how many billions of different options their could be to reflect on. Each one of them has their own unique thread and multiple directions, but I did not feel too compelled for any one in particular. And it got me thinking, what about all the things? So I started looking at the day, how it developed how it twisted and turned and how it moved in all sorts of ways, each like a single instrument in the symphony. Some cover the lows, others cover the highs, while some have the ability to work with any of the others to carry the harmony forward. When I looked into it a little bit, I found that the word itself has greek origins that means an agreement in sound. And I really liked that.
And while I was exploring the idea I thought to myself how easy it is to get cause up in each of the instruments, each of the sounds and analyse them as a direct representation, when in fact that would be cutting them all short. There are no single instruments, their are no single sounds, their is no isolation of sources, it is all the rhythm of the whole, the play of balance, the thread of the heart of the universe. And I really love that. Yes the mind likes to pull things apart to understand it all, but sometimes its not about the little pieces themselves that carves out the answer but the vibration of the whole, the sound of the syphony as it floats through your being. No need to stress if the violin pops a string, or the trumpet player missed the day because he was hung over lol, the song of the soul still plays on and that can even open a space for a new sound to emerge. The pull of the universe is not a collection of single elements, but a weaving of the whole and it continues to play beautifully even when the individual notes do not always sound as we expect.
Allowing
I honestly have no idea what is ever going to happen. Its funny because you would think that with all the strength that come from experience, thought, reflection, patterns and so on….that youd be able to guess what happens, but its just not true. I cant even name the amount of times that the spirit reached down into my experience and plucked a string that I had never heard before…. and suddenly my entire song changed. Its different than a surface change or a new pattern or a new practice or trait, its like bringing back to life a song in your heart that had been quiet for so long your forgot it existed.
I used to fear these events, these shifts, these alterations that move so deep they rebalance the frame of the universe. But I have come to learn that their is always a reason for their being, a reason they came to be and a reason the continue to flow into every dark corner of your experience. Now, I guess the fear is still there, I guess the unknown is always scary, but what has always been worse was when I resisted the reality that they are. We can choose our path, that will never be taken, but spirit does not stop offering us the chance to flow with the current that life has placed before us. Yes, you have to look deep, yes you have to feel with your very core, but if you open your heart, you turn your soul to your brightest light then you know……even when its terrifying….you know, what step you are meant to take. And then you get another choice….and thats what surprises me most of all. Not that these things happen, but that they are not ultimate in a sense. They give you the freedom to choose again, they give you the freedom to move how you want, to choose again in whatever way you pick. And thats quite wonderful to me, because its like these little twinkles in life that lead you. Is it warm, is it cold, does it open you to the future, or close you into nothingness…..and then one step……and again you get your answer, you get your reaction, you get your patterns, you flow through them and then when the dust clears, you look again…and choose. I cant even begin to understand what the spirit has in mind for the future or the past for that matter, but I do know now, that when I am clear, when I am open, when I choose to look with my heart, the choice is always the right one, as even a wrong step on the right path, brings you where you were meant to go. And even if that feels untrue, spirit always lights the path again, no matter where you feet land in the moment.
