Going with the flow

“You will find only what you bring in.” – Yoda

Good morning.

It's Friday. 

I'm sat here playing some hauntingly beautiful music, drinking coffee and pausing to reflect on what's going on (in my life) right now.

Too much, in many ways. 

Yesterday was particularly difficult — I'll spare you the details but let's just say that with a combination of my father-in-law's failing health, one of my legal projects going hopelessly wrong and this damn virus, I'd be lying if I didn't feel overwhelmed, almost a little crushed — physically and emotionally.

But that's life, right?

As I see it — and this isn't a prescription for anything — there's no point fighting any of it. Much like my little River Avon (see below), it flows where it flows. Yes, there are rocks and gnarly trees in its way, but it doesn't force its way through but instead just meanders in its own time, always moving on to somewhere and something else. 

River Avon, South Brent
River Avon, South Brent

Of course, in our pressurised, must-do, success-riddled world, this isn't good enough. We've always got to be planning something — something better! That's fine but the more I lend my attention to what's really going on — right now, in this precise moment — we're not making any of it happen, so why, therefore, should we resist any of it?

I'm serious. 

Go with the flow.

I don't mean to act like a somnambulist or be supine in the face of an egregious or wrongful act but again, if that's the way you're expressed, that's the way you're expressed. 

I do see the irony of my go with the flow trope: if we want to plan, work our sorry asses half to death and do whatever we want to do, then we'll do it. It's not about there being no choice but it's simply the flow of nature — all of it. 

I didn't always see it this way — I thought 'I'/'me' was in control — but the more I live into life, all of it, the more I see the reflection of my life beaming back through the prism of a great moving, shifting happening but with no one, least of all some faux homunculus, in control. 

Today isn't going to get much easier. I didn't sleep well — I had a high temperature — but I'll keep going, get my sh*t together and tread lightly across the day in speech, actions and in absorbing and trying to process all that's happening. 


Have a good one. 

Take care.

Blessings and much love, Ju.

Photo by Jong Marshes on Unsplash

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