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I am ready to be ready

I (often) believe – or know – that everything is always working out for me. I (often) remember that, and remembering that always brings me ease.

I (often) believe – or know – that I don’t have to push hard to make everything happen. I don’t have to try harder, or more, or better. I (often) remember that, and remembering that always brings me release.

I (often) believe – or know – that my job right now is to do what’s right in front of me and to also enjoy what’s right in front of me. To breathe. To bask. To notice. To enjoy. I (often) remember that, and remembering that always brings me peace.

There are many things I want to have happen. I can’t force them. I don’t have to. I’ve learned that I’ve most likely done (and am doing) all I can and need to do, and now it’s just a matter of making myself ready for it to happen…by being – fully being, happily being – in my now.

I can listen to the kids playing in the neighbor’s pool. I can watch the flowers moving in the breeze. I can pay attention to the sunshine on the trees and the birds singing in the distance.

I can make myself ready to be ready – when I’m too caught up in fear or concern. I can breathe, slow down, observe what’s around me, and find a reason to smile. I can place a hand on my heart, to soothe myself, and remind myself that all is well.

I can let go. Give in. Release and relinquish. And each time I do life is grander and sweeter. I can love those I love with all my heart, and I can allow myself to feel loved in return.

I am ready to be ready for all that is to come. And I am loving this moment with all I have.

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Beauty is all around you. Don’t miss it.

Yoga class this morning, and this was the instructor’s instruction to us. It’s something I know. Something (I think) I practice. And something I can stand to be reminded of again and again and again.

And again.

There is so much pain and suffering in the world. There is so much to look at that is, or at least can be, upsetting. I could find reasons to be in pain and anguish in lives around me, and in my own life as well.

And there is so much beauty. It’s there for me to see, if I’ll just notice it.

It doesn’t mean the awful isn’t awful. It doesn’t mean I’m slapping a smiley face on the things that hurt, and suck, and need to be changed. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight the good fights and change what I can – in myself, my life, and my world.

It just means that in the midst of that fight, in the midst of every day, I can stop and notice. And notice again. I can literally and figuratively smell the roses.

It’s the sun shining again after a storm. Laughter with my friends of decades, as we eat a fine dinner looking over the ocean, with fireworks exploding behind us. It’s running into a good friend whom I haven’t seen for too long, and having a few minutes at a high school football game, as we even won the game. It’s the horde of yellow birds I saw not once but twice today.

I can pay attention to all the wonder and splendor and glory and love that surrounds me. Or I can not.

Beauty is all around you. Beauty is all around me. Don’t miss it.

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Even this is working out for me?

There’s this thing my body does…to release some of its pent up energy I guess. It’s not very comfortable. I don’t like it very much. In fact, I hate it, and I have to work hard not to fight against it. Or denounce it. Or me.

I mention it here because I figure if I have this reaction, maybe someone else does as well. And if I come clean about it, maybe they’ll feel better or less weird. Less out of control.

Because when my body jerks (which it does), or I wretch and convulse, and there’s very little if anything I can do to stop it, I feel bad. And weird. And I have to remind myself that I’m not.

I have to remind myself that it’s okay. That I’m okay. It’s okay that this happens, and it’s okay that I don’t know why, and I can’t control it. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It doesn’t mean I’m damaged or out of control. In fact, maybe the fact that I can let the energy pulse and flow through me and out of me means that I’m quite whole. And strong.

If I’ve learned that “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be” and “Everything is always working out for me” – two mantras that have eased and saved my life – then it stands to reason that even as I jerk or wretch, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be and everything – even this – is working out for me. Even, especially, when I feel like it’s not.

The more I accept it, the more ease I have. The more I resist resisting it, the quicker it flows through my body. The more I give up the notion that it has to, one day, completely go away, the less power it has over me, and the less power it has to define me.

I am not my weakest moments. I am not my aftershocks. I am more, much more, than the scars on my psyche and the mis-assumptions and false truths that sometimes reverberate inside my brain.

And maybe, just maybe, I am exactly where I’m supposed to be, and I’m okay exactly as I am. And maybe, just maybe, even this is working out for me. Just as it is.

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