Bridge between worlds

It seems we’re running back and forth on it as fast as our little legs will carry us.  Having been occupied with a bit of a research project regarding work I was able to see first hand just what it’s like to have your head in the clouds and your feet in the grocery store, staring unseeingly at a simple grocery list and forgetting the major, and necessary, item thereon.  The Partner has not been happy of late, let’s just say.  Apparently we have been Beyond Head in Clouds.  But I can explain.

There’s always the question of how much information, detail, explanation, general blahblah one wishes to put into a piece of writing.  Or anything, as far as that goes.  Things have to link up to make sense, Gentle Reader.  And often the most sense is made by describing what is actually going on.  As I continue to ponder the impenetrabilities of Plot it becomes ever more obvious that Plot is somehow inextricably linked to one’s own…what? sense of purpose, what just has to be done, what is more important in the end than anything else. Because of course we all write about ourselves since that’s what we know.  Or not.   Part of the problem for me is that I have long felt that my REALlife plot must be disguised.  Which I didn’t exactly realize.  So.  What it all has to do with is realizing the bravery it takes for anyone to really move forward in their lives and assume responsibility for themselves in whatever arena is presented.  Often this deep breath sucking it up and moving forward causes one to lose track of say, whether they’ve brushed their teeth or whether there really IS a need for more baking chocolate.  The people who live with you while you’re, to their eyes, in orbit probably experience more tile loss on capsule reentry than expected- after all, YOU”RE the one who’s out there, right?  As it turns out, not so much and not alone, either.

So that’s where we’ve been.  Me, out in orbit investigating how energy swirls through us.  Partner, wishing my brain would come back home.  I made coffee ice cream in a placatory effort, which actually turned out really well if I do say so.  Other than that, what has been Revealed Thus Far is that really we all have what we need, if we look.  Circumstances impinge and hurt and $#!^ happens but still the baseline connectedness of everything is the trump card, the basis of everything.  From stars to diatoms to simple joy to realizing you can, too, not lose your temper, or resolve your back pain,  or whatever it is, there is a huge energy all around us that will support us in our efforts to wake up and change and heal.  The nature of this energy is intimately connected to at least a part of the work I do, in those moments when I’ve got the big jar off my head, and the realization of late has been that…..whether or not we survive all our individual jousts in the forest, there really is, as the Dalai Lama has said, no reason for too much worry.  So as we kind of fly, all of us, between the poles of WORRY and DON’T WORRY, it helps to remember that a sense of humor is a paramount companion.  Observing everything in its own radiance (and it all does have radiance, even the dark stuff.  Which is weird but there it is.) we can come to see that our own sense of Importance maybe is not…so important.  The bigger question of underlying motive, why we do what we do, how we got where we are….that perhaps gets revealed as we divest ourselves of Storyline and enter into Mystery.  Now.  How to describe THAT?  One has one’s work cut out for one, for sure.

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