In this planetary school where adaptability is one of the key teaching assignments, making adjustments is a constant demand. Gregge Tiffen (The Language of a Mystic: Cycles – July, 2009)
This 313th post begins a new annual cycle, year seven for The Zone. I wonder what adjustments are ahead in this new cycle? This week also finds me in the midst of adjusting to life without the heartbeat of my canine companion nearby.
My capacity to adapt is being engaged once again. Adapting to ‘life without Luke’ has evoked tears and laughter, sadness and relief, the stillness of reflection and movement into action. As with all events in life these days, I aim to see my journey with Luke and this loss as an opportunity to learn and grow.
A beautiful rainbow here in the mountains late last week, reminded me what a blessing the need to adapt is. In the stillness of reflection, I came to see making adjustments, adapting if you will, as an abundant pot of gold, IF (and only IF) we embrace it with love, not fear. For, if we face change with fear, it will be a molten pot of lead, heavily weighing us down, evoking struggle and pain.
In the presence of love, I discover that laughter accompanies tears and that sadness lives concurrent with relief. In the presence of love, the stillness of reflection brings clarity to the rearranging needed – inside and out.
In the presence of love, I discover that rearranging is mostly an inside job. I allow waves of sadness to wash over me as they appear and let them find their expression in tears. I want grieving to have its time, though I won’t allow it to drive the bus. I smile at a moment when some past time playing with Luke crosses my awareness. Without guilt, I embrace with gratitude the sense of relief and freedom I now feel.
In the presence of love, I’m simply being with what is. I open myself to new possibilities and questions: what’s next? how do I want life to be now? what changes will serve me?
In the presence of love, being gives way to doing: putting away things not currently needed, packing some up and delivering to canine friends nearby, rearranging furniture, reviewing a manuscript, attending to projects set aside while Luke was ill, planning a short trip away.
In the presence of love, I experiment with new routines, allowing old habits and paths to give way to the new.
In the presence of love, I experience the grace of ease in the flow and I find heart rocks most every day.
Mined with love, I know that the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow brings forth abundant blessings. What else could be at the end of such beauty? Love Lives!