It's been 12 days since I last posted. I know no one is really counting but me. And I am sorely aware of the fact that my 30 blogs in 30 days plan is failing miserably. Yet there are lessons to be learned in the unfoldment of divine timing. Valuable ones at that. Lessons on surrender. Lessons on going with the flow. Lessons on trusting the universe. In not resisting and not interfering with the lessons and the manner in which they have come, what I have learned is that they become lessons of the soul rather than lessons of the mind.
8 of the last 12 days I spent in paradise. Simply wrapped in the magnificence of mother gaia and her beautiful island of Kauai. At some point I lost track of time. Interestingly I can't tell if those those 8 days became woven into one really long day or was really in fact eight long eons. For a moment I was in the flow of the land. Bobbing with the ebb and flow. Completely detached from the mental constructs of normal everyday life. I needed that. Sometimes the thinking mind gets caught up in the details of life, before you know it the details cloud the bigger picture and the distractions overtake what really is important.
Coming back was a 180 degree departure and the next 4 days was spent in class as a doctoral fellow studying classical Chinese Medicine with a world renowned professor from Beijing.
Needless to say, now on day 12 my head is spinning and I'm needing to reorient myself.
In retrospect, these past 12 days have been spent in suspension of time. Suspended because I learned to surrender. I learned to trust the universe. And I learn to allow my authenticity to flow. It's not perfect. Far from it. Life wasn't meant to be. We get caught up thinking up the expectations of what perfect is. And in doing so we prevent that very perfect from unfolding on its own accord.
Expectations are a funny thing, On one hand we need to have them to have some sort of baseline to relate to. After all, our realities are all relative to something. Without a baseline we would be floating in a sea of nothingness (which by the way is not that bad at all). So we create expectations based on our mental constructs. The tricky part is learning to let go of those same expectation to allow for life's little miracles to take place. It is within this mystical zone of fuzzy blurriness and detachment from our expectations where magic happens. And all too often our need to cling on to our expectations and the mental logic behind it block us from the magic that was ours to be had all along.
It's like the reflection on the pond. When we try too hard to grasp it. When we try to interfere with it. It no longer exists.
And so surrender.
Thats when the magic happens.