Thunderstorms, roses and the embrace of a tree-filled landscape…
As I sit here at the close of a full day of reading, writing, creating, sharing, instructing and hopefully inspiring, I can’t help but laugh a little.
Life is funny. It’s convoluted and unexpected and completely uncontrollable. You work so hard to create something, then have it all fall into your lap as soon as you give up. You take a walk along a winding path and a chance encounter leads to a life-altering opportunity. You chat with the hairdresser and before you know it you’ve helped a non-profit get sponsored by the United Way.
Life is absurd, and blustery, and completely uncontrollable. It grows wild like my roses. It sways in the wind, but is forever rooted, like my tree-lined vista, as I sit here in the dining room (having abandoned my rather gloomy office at the other end of the house).
Life is lived in the days we sit here typing, go there walking, share there laughing, guide, protect, comfort, rejoice…
The journey is the destination. The work is learning to be satisfied with that. No, not just satisfied. Thrilled. Over-joyed. Utterly hysterical with the sheer delight of each day. The work is that the work itself be the destination.
This is what my enlightenment looks like today. It is productive. Is is easy. It is filled with roses and chocolate and pizza and a dishwasher repair man for good measure. What will it look like tomorrow?
Isn’t it wonderful how generous life is? It doesn’t require we strive for awakening. The awakened mind reveals itself within our lives all on its own, whenever we get out of the way and let it. Whenever we are willing to dance along beside it, whooping and hollering all the way.
Cheers to your laughing grace and your winking face.