We kind of feel like we have control of our life most of the time, like we are the ones in charge. Then we take a few knocks and hits and begin to overtime surrender to the fact that the whole thing is a mystery. Good people get terminally ill. People doing very bad things have excellent health. Children die. People we love we have arguments with that we can never recover from. The rug gets swept from underneath us, dramatically, and often.
I have been having my own experience with this of late, feeling like an arrow shooting off in a particular direction that somehow didn’t get released. Now stuck, with the tension building and the arm that holds the bow getting fatigued. A single decision made by a third party creating a domino effect in my life that was totally unexpected.
I know I am not alone in this, and many of us are having this experience right now, as it’s a turbulent time for many. Within this chaos, I am so thankful for my meditation practice. The daily moments of sitting physically still, mind not still, uncurling and unfolding tension and fatigue so that I can be more present when I do open my eyes to what the real mystery might deliver. To be curious and open, and trusting when called upon. This is what meditation grants us.
Sent with love,