Things never go exactly as planned. When have they ever? If they did, where would the magic go? Can you think of a time when an event in your life conspired exactly as you thought it would? It is always different, more real, more expansive, in real time. Maybe there were problems that you anticipated that never arrived. Maybe you envisioned it would be more tedious or tiresome when really, it was simple and seamless. Maybe you thought it would be a miniscule detail and it turned out to be a large and hearty memory unlike any other. With this knowing, that it never is or will be exactly as you paint it in your mind’s eye, how can you better anticipate the unknown? By the simple surrender to what you can not know, see or feel yet. Anticipating with great excitement the things that cannot be touched before it is time to touch them. Dancing without reaching.
At the end of the day you have one choice to make, Love or fear. This is a choice that will arrive into your space often, in many different scenarios and colors. It is an active choice and responsibility to choose Love. It is not a one and done deal. You must be diligent in the pursuit of what you know to be true, despite the things that offer themselves to you disguised in armor. The armor is what appears to protect you, it is also what keeps the light from kissing your face.
The part of you that comes home at the end of the night and closes the door belongs. The part of you that hides and halves itself into pieces in the name of greater acceptance belongs. The part of you that does not agree with the you that puts on different costumes in different rooms belongs. The part of you that fears to be seen by anyone other than itself belongs. The most innate part of you is the one that exists quietly underneath the show, waiting, for you to turn your gaze toward it and invite it outside.
We have different names for things. I say I’m here for the Love and you say you are here for the Mystery. As I bite into lime pie, you bite into mocha mousse and we both say “mmm.”
There are laughs to be had in between every uncomfortable truth. This is where grace meets us. On the other side of our pride before the shame has any time to wrap itself around us.
Invite other people inside. They want to see your room. What colors you choose, what words hang on the walls and how you choose to fold your clothes, or not. The way you rearrange your crystals and how you occupy the space in between your pillows.
However willing you are to meet an experience, will be the extent at which the experience is willing to meet you. Are you willing and wanting enough to say yes to the ways in which life arrives in your days even when you do not understand? Do you trust your life enough to encourage it to continue to unfold before you as you place one foot in front of the other? How lovingly do you trust that the next right step will arrive once you do?
You are completely and consistently unsuspecting of the simple and mundane when the mundane and simple are the ones who create the container for strange magic to occur. Can you hear the melody of your mornings, however frantic? How about the shapes in the bubbles of your coffee? Are you being observant enough to receive the messages in between blinks? When was the last time you blinked? Can you remember? If not, it is highly likely that you may have also missed the recipe that you have been given to create a wonderous moment. It’s here, look.
Your softness arrives in the harsh and rough. Each second that lends itself to you with sharpness is an invitation. An invitation to breathe deeper and more slowly. To find that anchor in your heart space that rings a steady unwavering bell of strength. The kind that cannot be broken. The kind that expands with every instance in which it stretches itself back towards the truth of it all despite limitation or momentary discomfort. It is here you grow your badge of honor, the one that comes with your commitment to gentleness.
Your energy is your currency. Use it wisely. In a Universe that is made up of energy, your attention and focus is your most valuable resource. How do you wish to circulate it? How do you wish to renew it? How do you wish to feel? To fuel it? When you bring your attention to your focus, notice how it makes you feel to pay attention to what you are choosing to focus on.
I love you,
Pau