I've been too busy lately - I feel I have had no time for the simple things. Those little things that earn no money, but for me hold the greatest value. Being all alone, sitting in a field of buttercups waiting for the sun to rise, watching the river, listening to the birds - these are just some of the things that make me feel totally at peace, and also in a sense, bring me 'home'. It is in these moments that I know I am always in the right place at the right time, and no matter what life seems to throw at me, all is exactly as it should be.
It is so easy to slip when one thing after another comes along and apparently knocks us sideways. When under pressure, we soon forget that we are here and alive for very good purpose. The Universe always organises itself to perfection, way down and beyond the tiniest traceable particle, and all things within and without hold massive significance to the whole. We wouldn't be here unless we were part of that universal significance. We are meant to be here.
I was listening to someone lately, who described us as the central sun of our own unique Universe. All things, events, time, space and experience, flow and spin around us like a wheel, with us as the axis. Everything that happens in our Universe happens because we draw it towards us. We are both transmitter and receiver, beaming out our desires, worries, fears and hopes, and drawing towards us everything which is in alignment with those wishes - both good and not so good. Our thoughts, words and actions are these wishes, and like it or not, everything that comes along arrives because we, on some level, have requested it.
This feels true to me. I get this. I have seen too much evidence of it in my life to refute it. When we have no compassion for ourselves or others, none is shown to us. When we send out the message that we are unloveable, it is always reflected back with indifference. We truly are that powerful.
It is easy really... so easy! And yet, so difficult too, because the mind won't allow the simplicity of it. The mind does not want to let go of what has already happened. It identifies so strongly with the past, it projects all of it into the future, and so heavily influences the present moment. No longer are we the clean, white canvas of childhood. Now we are splattered with the bloody experiencies of our past.
No matter how I try to white-wash my present day, colours of my history bleed through constantly - they will not be hidden.
White-washing doesn't work! A new canvas would - but that's for next time around! In this life, what do we do?
I believe our task it to paint a constantly refreshed new picture with the colours we already have. All of them are who we are, all of them are unique. All of them are the shades of our particular resonance - without them being as they are, we would not be US.
Our picture is our song, our signature, our essence. It is for us to craft it into a masterpiece of such significance, the Universe - that is us - will bend to our desire with grace. We cannot forget the past, and that is as it should be because we lived it with purpose, but, like lumps of formless clay we can use it with awareness to create something of great beauty and meaning for us now.
As our Universe spins never-endingly around us, we can consciously simplify our personal vibration and output - blend the past, soften the shades of our bitterest memories - and take the time to gently mold our moments with loving attention, therefore constantly crafting the Life of our Dreams.