This morning at the grocery store, an older gentleman peered into the baby carriage. “Oh, wide awake!,” he exclaimed.
I smiled. “All toasty.”
“That’s the future, right there.” Truth. “Stay safe.”
“Thank you. You, too.”
I’m one of the lucky ones. Extremely blessed, if for no reason other than I know it. (That I’m lucky, and that I’m blessed.) But there are many reasons. Knowing that is another.
And all of this “knowing” is part of a creation cycle. In this way: there is the acknowledgement. “Ahh.” And then, there is the acceptance. “Okay.” And the key, the kicker — this is very important, a lot of people miss this — is the release. So: you let the knowing go. There’s no need to hold on. What is true already exists in the ether. And just like that, it’s time for another breath, and whatever comes with that next breath. (Could be the same thing, perhaps at a deeper level of understanding. Or it could be something entirely new.) And the cycle continues.
So, this is my journey.
Every choice is intentional. On some level. Even those that are seemingly inane. (Yes, i-n-a-n-e.)
Much like in pregnancy, first you (the body) create the space. Then, you dial it in. (Ha, imagine before telephones… did that phrase exist? I would think not. I’m not going to dedicate too much energy into thinking about it, but I am saying it crossed my mind.) “Operator, please connect me to…”
Anyway, anyhow. (Anywho.
Boo-boo-be-do.)
And then, you hold on and you wait. And all that energy not spent thinking about telephones and phrases is now available for manifesting your true intentions. For recognizing your blessings, for appreciating them and for being grateful. For intentionally choosing a healthy cycle. For birthing the future.
