Sometimes, life happens. Then again, at all times, Life happens.
This blog post was drafted way back in early January 2013 but, reading it today, I decided to post it anyway, and just add an update. Here goes…
Did time end and kickstart again on December 21, 2012? Hard to say, although many have said much on the topic. Some events are at a scale too big or too small for we humans to intellectually grasp and interpret, and perhaps here, in these first few breaths of 2013, we might just surrender to that.
I’ve lived through so many pronouncements of end times (including being taught to hide under my desk on a pile of books in case of nuclear attack) that I don’t have a strong reaction to them anymore. Life goes on the day after. What I do pay attention to is more subtle, and I sense, more powerful. I notice and respond to what is shifting and emerging in me and the interconnected world I live in.
So, what was I up to from December 22 through January 1? Well, I actually thought I was giving myself a writing retreat. Housemates were traveling and paid work was done for the year so I delightedly anticipated a spacious, creative playdate with myself. Little did I know that the one line entry in my journal stating “Clean up office and desk” would be the central focus of my retreat.
Some might wonder what the big deal about this was. Why didn’t I spend a day, or even two, cleaning stuff out and then go on with the more creative aspects of my plans? I too wondered this over the first few days, but this opinion clearly came from the energetic aspect of me that is always about “doing”. (I firmly stand in the non-dualist perspective and I experience the complexity of Self.) My intention of having a personal retreat empowered me into just “being”, and that changed everything. While other people were holiday shopping, I was staging a very personal “Everything Must Go!” blowout.
From today’s perspective, some two months later, that de-cluttering made big space for what I want more of in life. And while the above blog post was sitting here unpublished, that’s where I was – out having new experiences. And…I committed to the big project of writing a book (and some articles and book chapters) this year and getting published.
One of the insights that came clear to me just yesterday is that I yearn for more expression not based on written words. So, I’m letting this written blog go quiet, at least for awhile, while I launch into creating and publishing content on my YouTube channel.
Be well and find your own ways of Making Up What Comes Next!
Nika
so we are living that fullness and that more dimensional experience of space and time.” An expansive self-view such as this may feel overwhelming or ungraspable, yet humans have been on this learning path for ever so long. Haven’t we? Through art, ritual, intellectual growth, and spiritual practice we have reached for what we imagine lies beyond the mundane and tangible. We have created religion, culture and civilization, great edifices that stretch our puny individual scale. But haven’t we lost something along the way? Our gratitude and respect for our bodies, the human scale, the present moment, the essential substance of the mundane? How dependent are we on things remaining “stable” and on being “in control”? We suffer the illusion that we have the power to fix space and time, and to stop the natural cycles of change.
