Sunday, August 30, 2020

Maybe we won't go back

I've been reflecting lately, on this crazy year we are having. 2020 will most certainly never be forgotten, for a million different reasons. At times I've fought with it, hated it, cried about it and many times I have gone to bed thinking there was no way I could make it through another day. 

But then I thought, perhaps this is what we are supposed to learn. 
That grey is a medium place. 
It's not good, but it's not necessarily bad. 

It's non-striving. 
It's being. 
It's stepping outside of the stories we create in our own monkey minds. 

During this time of awakening, perhaps we are being called to listen. 
Actively listen to our bodies, our partners, our neighbours and children. 

Perhaps this time can teach us to find gratitude in each moment as it unfolds. 

Maybe we won't go back. 
Maybe experiencing non-striving is the gift, here. 
Finding joy in simply being. 
Remembering what it's like to not have plans, throw big parties or take marathon shopping trips. 

Maybe we won't go back. 
Perhaps this is the new normal. 
Less scheduled driving, more time to explore our own minds and beliefs. 
More time to look inward and support others in a new consciousness. 

Maybe we won't go back. 
Maybe this time is teaching us that our before was truly unsustainable. 
It was too fast, too wasteful, too superficial. 
Too far from mother earth and the beautiful gift of simply being. 

Maybe we won't go back. 
Perhaps the grey is teaching us to trust Him more. 
To pray on our struggles and consider this parable's lesson. 
Believe that God's plan is exactly ours, as well. 

In a world that was so egotistical, so full of wants confused as needs, perhaps we shouldn't go back.
Perhaps the little humans we are raising will be better for this time, better for the grey, better for being.

So, don't be so quick to want to go back.
Perhaps there's no such thing, and the only sure thing is the experience we are having right now. 
As we commit to being. 
Non-striving. 
Trusting.
Living.