It’s so interesting and funny, that which occurs as hard in my life. I am so use to the great STRUGGLE for whatever, in whatever moment. That which I think should be happening in the moment has been a life-long focus, for so long. As I begin to let go of my need to wrestle the moment down to the earth, to be the crafter and carver and One Who Determines What Happens (good luck with that, by the way), like a smoke-screen being removed, I am more aware of other patterns.
I see a primary other pattern emerging: it is hard to be with the good stuff. The good stuff, especially the good stuff, kicks my butt.
Here’s my good stuff of the moment: my new book, Not Over Yet, is out and about, having its own experience on the shelves of the Kripalu Bookstore and Life in General. This should be a moment of great easeful celebration, right?
Not really. I feel: kind of sad, a little bereft, empty……just kind of funky. Well, so funky, it is. So it’s a funky moment. So?
Nothing to do–nowhere to go. Just–a funky moment.