Saturday, February 03, 2018
I am un-learning.
I am reminded that people who embody their purpose and their passion, who trust their instincts and intuition and forge a path from that, centered in it, steeped in it, are the people who most inspire me. These people don't lead with fear, they live with it, walk with it until it falls away. It is, at most, an occasional companion on their journey, not the engine that drives their motion.
I wanted, at some point, to stop living moment by moment, breathing deeply and re-centering myself. I wanted to have built a solid path already so that I wouldn't have to keep laying one cobblestone at a time, breathing always, focused always. I wanted there to be some magical point in time when I would have laid enough "groundwork" that the path would simply be there, shining and solid before me, so that all I had to do was step out and follow it with ease.
As I say that out loud, I realize that the only way that can happen is if I go backwards. The path in front of me hasn't been laid yet. It can only be laid by me.
Some days, I want to lie down on the path I've already made, at the place where the last cobblestone is set before dropping off into Earth, and rest. And I think that's ok. Rest is ok. This is hard work, laying your own path, staying grounded in who you are and being true to your own deepest pull.
If I am to forge my own way, I have to keep building one stone at a time. I have to keep asking, 'is this who I am?' I have to believe that what lies behind me is only important because it is how I got here. It is not worth going back to.
So while I don't know exactly where I am going, I know that I am getting there one brick at a time and I also know that each brick is laid with care and determination. The point is not to get "Somewhere" or to "Finish" or even to look back and show how far I've come. The work is the point. The daily inquiry - what is most important and true today? what is the highest and best expression of my Self? what is the next right step?
If I embody those things, the work is centering and grounding and I am grateful for it.
Suddenly, I have no more longing for a clear path ahead. I know that what I'm creating is its own purpose, and that gives me joy. And I know that all around me is an abundance of materials and support, reverence and love, and that if I can remember that I am part of something bigger that sustains me and to which I am responsible, in the moments when I falter, I am held firmly.