“How can you stand it, anything and everything in every second,” the little girl says to her father. They are walking along a canopied path through the woods. Their steps are enveloped by the luscious green, the sun’s yellowing light and the tree’s dancing shadows.
“What do you mean,” he says, both perplexed and slightly alarmed.
“I want to touch everything, feel everything. It’s hard to keep walking,” she says as she skips just a little.
“But if we don’t keep walking, we won’t get to where we are going,” the father says.
The problem is NOT discovering what the “truth” is. The problem is that there is TOO much truth. I have long believed that an evolving consciousness will not be brought by increases in knowledge. Instead, it requires allowing that the truth is simultaneous. This does not mean that truth is subjective or relative. It simply means that the truth is not competitive. Everything is happening at once. But this is a story for another day.
In my work with Mind Body Solutions, I have been driving toward a truth about mind-body consciousness. I literally want to share with everyone. While pursuing this destination, I have worn myself out. Tendon tears in both of my shoulders are changing my physical abilities once again, precipitating a life-course correction. Where I am going can stay constant. How I am going must evolve. I need to allow for more.
There was a thunderstorm in the middle of last night. Our little cabin, supported only by cinder blocks, almost constantly flashes with light. My son says through the darkness, “ If there is a Creator, he must be taking pictures.” This morning, as I write this, two parent finches are dive-bombing the window next to me. I am writing quietly but too close to the eave upon which their babies are sleeping. The sun is popping out through thick cloud cover and the lake holds the promise of fun. I am waiting for an old friend, his wife, and his nearly grown up family. This will be a good day.
The path ahead is a problem for all of us. We can never see around the corner and there is always a destination, both real and imagined. But as we travel, we can enjoy the sun and the shadows, the green and dirt, the silence and the songs. We can carry the wisdom of that little girl as we walk on.