When I woke up today I felt as if my mind was swimming around in a bowl of alphabet soup in desperate search of a way to line the letters up in correct order. So much going on, so much to do, so much to think about, plan for, deal with. The soup is swallowing me. It’s supposed to be the other way around.
I park my buns in the Lazygirl and prepare to tackle it all, but I can’t figure out where to start. The pen wins and I pick up my journal to try to sort through the soup. I begin with a little chat with my muse. “I want it to be easy. I want it to be quick. I have things to do. I don’t want to sit here for half a day slogging my way through a blog. I’m drowning in the soup. Can you make it easy today please?”
And my muse responds. “Yes, we can. We anticipated your wish and are well prepared with an answer BUT, we already hear doubt creep into in your head. “Really? Are you sure? Am I going to have to sit here until lunchtime before I’m finished?”
I watch myself as I pick up my phone to do a quick text unrelated to anything. I watch as I take a minute to check the weather to see if it’s a good day for a walk. I watch as my mind wanders off into next week’s agenda; I’m still in the soup.
I reach for the laptop to begin the blog du jour and hesitate. Wait. Maybe I should meditate first. I should meditate first before I do anything. Meditation lines up the letters in the soup. But why do I keep forgetting that? Why do I not do it every morning? Because meditation is on the do list, like exercise, eat healthier, and get organized. It’s a whole lot harder to do than it is to not do, like not smoke, not drink wine, not watch TV.
So I put down the pen, leave the computer where it is, and opt for meditation. I close my eyes and watch my mind as impatience tries to lure me into further distraction. The soup swirls around in my mind, catawampus letters threaten to choke the life out of me, until finally, I see that I can order the letters to settle down and get themselves together. Ah. Quiet stillness and the return of sanity. I can relax into the day, because the race for completion within the confines of time is unnecessary. Everything will be done. Everything is in good order, including my mind.
When will I get it? When will I remember to quit diving headfirst into the soup before taking the time to float gently in the stillness of my Soul for a while?
Thank you my Muse for proving me wrong, for showing me that when I am willing to sit still long enough to listen, all that I need will be provided, all I ask for will be given. Wonder of wonders—it’s 8:30 am. Today it was easy. What more proof do I need than that?
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).