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cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Like a bird gliding on the current of air it cannot see, or a fish swimming with the tide of deep in it cannot see, or a note being sung as part of a song it cannot see, we are all left with the necessary risk to starve the ego-that in us which believes it can control the world-so that the unseeable music of being may rise and carry us
I surrender...
I am not in control...
These are admissions I try to make to the universe out aloud on a regular basis, and especially on each and every occasion that something I have thought I might like to do, be, see, hear, have or give, has not turned out in the way that I have seen it might.
In each moment and each experience there is a lesson to learn, a thing to discover, or a question to be answered. This weekend just gone I believe it was to enable Mir and I to explore our mutual parenting styles and also to discover that we were both of one mind in that regard, when our planned trip to Carrboro was put aside in favour of looking after our friend's children for the day.
There was also another moment, when putting the youngest down for his nap... he wanted to sleep, but didn't want to give in to sleep – but was more than happy enough to handle a cuddle. surrender... you are not in control Singing lullabies, with the toddler wrapped in a blanket in my arms, I was suddenly struck with and overcome by a strong feeling of emotion. Call it love, compassion... call it what you will... the little one was asleep by then... and I was choked up, setting him down to sleep – so cutely curled up into a little ball as soon as I set him down.
I'll call it the 'unseeable music of being' a Oneness with Universal Light and Love' that came over me in that moment, another step of awakening that has been long in coming.
We are human beings:
our being infinite as wind,
our human house full of holes.
Like a bird gliding on the current of air it cannot see, or a fish swimming with the tide of deep in it cannot see, or a note being sung as part of a song it cannot see, we are all left with the necessary risk to starve the ego-that in us which believes it can control the world-so that the unseeable music of being may rise and carry us
I surrender...
I am not in control...
These are admissions I try to make to the universe out aloud on a regular basis, and especially on each and every occasion that something I have thought I might like to do, be, see, hear, have or give, has not turned out in the way that I have seen it might.
In each moment and each experience there is a lesson to learn, a thing to discover, or a question to be answered. This weekend just gone I believe it was to enable Mir and I to explore our mutual parenting styles and also to discover that we were both of one mind in that regard, when our planned trip to Carrboro was put aside in favour of looking after our friend's children for the day.
There was also another moment, when putting the youngest down for his nap... he wanted to sleep, but didn't want to give in to sleep – but was more than happy enough to handle a cuddle. surrender... you are not in control Singing lullabies, with the toddler wrapped in a blanket in my arms, I was suddenly struck with and overcome by a strong feeling of emotion. Call it love, compassion... call it what you will... the little one was asleep by then... and I was choked up, setting him down to sleep – so cutely curled up into a little ball as soon as I set him down.
I'll call it the 'unseeable music of being' a Oneness with Universal Light and Love' that came over me in that moment, another step of awakening that has been long in coming.
