"The realization that life isn’t our doing; we’re a movement of nature. Everything, just as it is in any moment, is the already complete and pure expression of existence; it’s never been a person accomplishing anything." Darryl Bailey, Essence Revisited: Slipping Past the Shadows of Illusion (p. 3)
Our lives speak to us in ways we can't even fathom.
Too often though, we live in our heads.
That damn Monkey Mind!
But (surely), we are all of it — everything (and no-thing) we feel, sense and experience?
Or more precisely, we're the awareness of such experience(s).
A little too mystical or woo-woo or metaphysical for this time of the day?
I don't blame you.
It's far better to have our 7-step plan and a neat, ordered life than it is to try to wrestle to the ground the reality of our existence.
And let's face it, in the midst of the worst pandemic to ever hit this planet — at least in our lifetime — being grounded, keeping a roof over our heads and not talking in abstract terms is the name of the game.
I get it.
But then again, I don't think it hurts once in a while to ask the bigger, (and to me at least) more profound question(s) so that we realise that we're no different to nature, our earth (i.e. animate) and the known Universe; namely, just THIS, in any given moment.
And it's deliciously rich, dangerous and, even, a little quixotic.
Is this, you might ask, another existential-riven exercise, namely "Who am I?" and such similar questions?
It might be.
But then again, meditating on life might be as important if not more so than asking what's for breakfast today. Of course, that sounds silly but I'm serious. Just once in a while, it pays to pinch ourselves to make sure we're awake to everything that's arising.
Blessings ❤️, Ju.