Talking with a friend, yesterday afternoon. She tells me of how much she has changed, of how much less she "pursues," "pushes." Of how much she is letting things happen, not in a passive way, but rather in an active, alert, observing way. And of how peaceful that is. This morning, while baking Apple Slippers in the dark with another friend (we were unable to find the light switch in the bakery, and had to get everything done by 8 for the Happy Café), she tells me something similar. About parenting, this time. She tells me about how she notices that when she sits back, and becomes really present, really available, things unfold so much more beautifully. Suddenly, I think of something my son shared with me, a couple of weeks ago. He lives in France and is studying music. Percussion, mostly the vibraphone. Because this was not his original instrument, yet the one he auditioned with to get into the Conservatoire, he pushed pretty darn hard, all through last school year, to get up to snuff. When he was not in class, he was in the music room, practicing for hours and hours. Then came summer, and between his job, the Conservatoire being closed, and coming home to visit for a bit, he didn't touch the instrument for close to two months. When he returned to school, and had his first one-on-one with his professor, he was told how much progress he had made. His teacher then asked him: "Do you know why?" Costa let him know that he had not practiced, through the summer, and so did not know why he had made progress. The professor smiled and said: "That's exactly why." Stopping for a while. Getting in mental Shivasana pose. Resting. Breathing. Or simply doing something else. I think of it as partnering with the universe, as letting the magic catch up to us so that we may co-create in a rich way. A bit like saying: here, you take the wheel for a while. Because really, if we are always moving, always pushing, always "knowing what's next," how can magic do its work? Here's to a lovely day of co-creating with the universe, with Ease and Joy. XOXO Comments are closed.
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