Ever since moving to Colorado this past summer, I have been engaged in the process of ‘slowing down’ my life, my thoughts, my East Coast way of being in the world. My husband has taken to this task readily and easily, whilst I still find a need to ‘do’ and then ‘do’ some more. The worst possible thing we can be left with is just…ourselves. No work, no deadlines, indeed no social engagements since one is in a new town and doesn’t know anyone to engage with. Of course we have one another and what great companionship that is, and yet, for some months I have been trying to ‘figure out’ just what it was that we are supposed to do, he and I. He probably needs to find some kind of worthwhile work, I supposed, and I must set forth to create a booming business for myself. Ha, how funny it all is now.
For in this time of great sorrows, like the recent shooting in Connecticut, the ‘Fiscal Cliff’ making many wring their hands in worry, and the end of the Mayan calendar bringing some to fear and others to exultation, I come to realize that every single day, every moment of life is a more a gift than it has ever been before. That all this striving to ‘figure out’ life is so bizarre indeed, when all one has to do is simply surrender. Surrender to the day, the breath, the sun shining down, the mountains gloriously waiting outside our door, the love that lies inside my heart. Do nothing, simply be in the glory that exists and in the sorrow and pain and know it all to be temporary. And live each day as an expression of the Divine.