Sometimes I wonder if I have too many choices in this moment-by-moment guiding of my daily life. Rest or work? Clean or read? Visit or meditate? Say my boundary or hold my silence? Take a chance or play it safe?
What am I hurdling myself forward to anyway? Happiness is fleeting, joy is constant yet subtle. I have found love to be a deep bedrock of “still there” that is soothing and comforting threatened by illness and goodbyes. My intuition guiding me for “what’s next” gets lost in all this choosing.
I sit and I wait. And then it comes.
Only one of my choices has a constancy of the divine that I will never find until I have eliminated all my surface and fleeting possibilities of being and doing. Only after I choose to enter into the mystery of all of my experiences will the satisfaction and joy of choosing reveal itself.
Then, with curiosity, my gift of facing every person, place and event with interest and awe is revealed. The joy of experiencing the divine in every choice creates a continuing hum of energy and joy.
Founder & Executive Director, The Estuary