With tiny bodies and little awareness, we’re tossed into this human phase of our journey and expected to navigate this thing called life. It’s a gorgeous mess, isn’t it?
Aren’t we?
One moment things are exactly as we’ve planned, the next what we’ve so carefully curated rains around us in pieces. Even when we understand the beauty of each fragile moment, the serrated point of now tips our throat and reminds us not to get too comfortable; that nothing lasts forever. It warns us that eventually, no matter how much we resist, eventually, things will change.
We will have to change.
Tower moments. Hagalaz foretelling of chaotic times, elemental disturbances where the earth quakes and winks at the tsunami who blesses our human hearts with – Aren’t they precious thinking they have a handle on things.
Because do we ever really have a handle on things?
Here’s where I like to remind myself, that we have insurance precisely because, we know we don’t have a handle on things. That at any moment, even with the sun shining, we could find ourselves in a downpour.
So how do we do it? How do we continue onward knowing that at some point, the very foundation that we stand upon could split wide up and tumble us into the abyss?
Embrace the tumble, stand at the edge of darkness and welcome the abyss.
Why fear the dark when it just is. After all, without the dark what is light?
We are made of endless pieces connected to a single glorious whole. We do not have to have what we think we have to have, to thrive. We have only to be where we are and see now for what it is.
Now.
Now, defined as – at the present time or moment, and also, at the time directly following the present moment; immediately. So we can understand now as a single moment along the timeline of this phase of our journey. Consider this journey as: beginning with the physical body’s birth and culminating with its final breath. The body, of which some consider the self, does not last forever; thus it stands to reason that each moment moves us toward the end of this phase of our journey. Right now, is a single breath in a lifetime of breathing.
Can we see the now if we look for it? Can we turn it over in our palms and marvel at the light shining through each transient moment? Can we step back and feel right now dust passing fingers over our cheek? Can we feel the love in that fleeting touch? How about simultaneously looking at our entire timeline and seeing how big or small an impact now will have? Can we see how, no matter what is presenting right now, it’ll never happen again in exactly this way? Can we know with our felt-sense how precious and fleeting and miraculous everything is – right now?
Right. Now. In this minuscule moment within an infinite symphony of orchestrated movements (invoked by a mind much greater than ours), we live the greatest round of strategy there ever was.
Consider all that’s had to happen to get us here now. In this moment, reading the words of this blog whilst strangers do the same. We waltz without seeing our partners, we flow without the end in sight. There is so much we accept without conscious recognition, and if we could see? We’d realize that are the heart and soul of resilience who need nothing but to step back and realize how each moment maximizes what we are and have the potential to be.
Through the grace of some magnificent force, we have managed to survive. We, the spiritual warriors who slice our way through to now, begin to see that with each step forward, we step into the power of our being.
So I challenge us to step back together. To take the next few weeks, invoke the highest version of ourselves with the highest viewpoint and see the timeline in front and behind us. Feel for the tendrils of intuition that snake ahead into the darkness and remind one another that no matter what stretches into our distance, each moment is a choreographed miracle. And as survivors? We can handle anything. Yes, anything. We can do anything.
Yes. Anything.
For just right now.
Just. Right. Now.
