Been noticing the sole common thread to times when I feel less than rapturous (and rapture is a simpler, sublime peaceful thing than one would suspect--not a bowl you over bliss high) is when I am under the delusion that I ought to be in charge of "my" world, and I'm confounded as to why it is not bending to my demands and expectations.
Basically, it's an argument with the present moment: "You're not supposed to look like this!"
This conception that I am in charge (and would know best how to veer the totality) and that I'm losing my grip on how it's supposedly suppose to unfold like I insist can easily sends me into a spiral of anxiety, flight-or-fight fear, rage, anger, blame, self-pity and/or sorrow. Yet when I do not entertain that fallacy and I don't argue--voila! All is Well (and it doesn't need me to announce that, it's more like, "Duh, of course").
On the regular Crossroads Dispatches blog next week, I'll be hosting an interactive* exchange. I'm going to challenge folks that wish to play to choose one of two transpersonal games:
2. If you tend to lean lately toward the yin, for a 24-hour period commit to saying "Yes" to every invitation and offer that come your way. Dare to interpret this broadly, for instance, if you see a flyer for a class, consider that your "invitation."
Why don't you try out the game sometime this weekend for your Self?
* It'll be interactive mainly as Life itself is; and also the comments section, people may post questions that occur during game play, as well as results and outcomes of their 24-hour play date.
ART CREDITS: Dice, by Andrew McLaren