This is a hard time, a place along the journey that will have a mark, a groove, some kind of evidence of a certain kind of heartache and turmoil that will probably be a demarcation of sorts. And still…
I’m starting to realize I don’t have any feelings about the events in my life.
In some ways, that sounds just wrong – as if I’ve checked out, gone numb, given up.
But it isn’t that.
With the release of expectations or attachments to outcome, things are just happening. I am here, I watch, I do things, and all is equal. Strange, eh?
My life up to now has prepared me for the unfolding of now. I stare this now in the face, my own denials, my own attempts to fix, and accept every part.
What seems a struggle is when I don’t know what to do, when I imagine I have to make a path or figure something out. What I am learning is how to see the path as I take my step.
I step, the path steps up to meet me. Or something like that. The path often doesn’t become clear until I step.
The confusion comes if I anticipate the path not meeting me. Then the path looks like an overgrown jungle requiring a machete.
Now, that old Irish Blessing makes sense, May the Road Rise Up To Meet You. Geez, so silly revisiting all these old sayings and realizing, now I see what that means! I thought I knew, now I see more, and yet there is still more that opens. Without stress, it opens up before me.
The Path Will Meet You As You Step.
Life as Improv 
Excellent…. I am so in tune with your words and I love the idea of the path becoming evident as you take the steps…thank you
so nice to be in tune and share with each other as we go along! Love the glimpse from your lens – my eyes are my camera, as I am bumbling with the other kind. xmarga
That is my own biggest hindrance on the path: “The confusion comes if I anticipate the path not meeting me. Then the path looks like an overgrown jungle requiring a machete.” But somehow the path does rise up to meet us, doesn’t it? And that is such a beautiful blessing, May the Path Rise up to Meet you…I wish this blessing for you and for all of us…;)
And you too, my friend. Trusting that next blind step. My favorite teacher, Neil Kramer, often says, you have to get off the train you are on sometimes without knowing if another train is coming. Not exactly the same thing, but seems related in this moment. Enjoying a good drenching rain, today. How’s your world?
Just came back from my evening winter walk, wind was a bit cold but still a beautiful night. I like that train metaphor. And just having thoughts like that the path rising up to meet you, or taking a risk not knowing if a train will come feels like a gently little nudge from the universe. 🙂
Gentle nudges seem much nicer than thrashings…if one could chose 🙂