What’s that? With everything that is happening, has happened… routines have been bombed. Leveled. World War-style, there is nothing left but a crater the size of Alaska with us peering down and thinking/saying: ‘Am I supposed to….???’
- Crawl down?
- Stare into the expansiveness of this empty hole?
- Explore this new topography?
Of the many learnings I’ve gained these past few months, a new understanding of routines has been enlightening and, equally, frustrating. They offer normacy in this uncertain landscape, comfort when little else will, stability when the rest is a crumbling heap and they remind us that we are still here doing life in the ways we know how.
Whatever you’re thinking about is literally like planning a future event. When you’re worrying, you are planning. When you’re appreciating you are planning…What are you planning?
Esther Hicks
But our anchors have found different depths without our telling them to drift. The directions are shifting. We need them to evolve and move, but how can they be called anchors, if they keep shifting? It defeats the whole purpose.
Paradigm Shift, indeed.
A realization we’re all being forced to reckon with. As much as I’d like to see a familiar horizon two consecutive days in a row, I’m reminded that the world is not too terribly interested in my wants right now. She’s got a populace to rebirth.
roadside yogi 