I am sitting at a lovely café in Mossel Bay, listening to my nephew playing his five instruments for the patrons of Coffee-on-Q. I am playing Crew this morning. In the window early Christmas lights are flickering on the southern hemisphere version of a Christmas tree. The sun cannot make up its mind whether it wants to push the clouds away, or let them win the contest that has been going on all morning. So far, it is a fifty-fifty outcome and the sidewalk is wet, yet the sun manages to warm the hearts of the shoppers nevertheless. All in all it is an ordinary day, with people going about their business. Getting rained on, and being blessed by the warm rays of the sun.
What does the fast approaching holiday and festive season bring into your world? We would love to believe only good things will come our way this season, but we know that cannot be. We understand that hospitals will fill up, partners will leave, tears will dry on cheeks both wrinkled with age, and rosy with youth. Some tears will be cried in joy, others in pain. We cannot know what awaits us this coming season, but we can trust that it will be in line with our soul paths. Nothing ever goes wrong. I know. That sometimes feels like a tough one to swallow, and I admit that I have had a really hard time getting that bitter pill down my throat. But I managed – after decades of making my own life miserable. So what makes it all bearable?
A combination of things helps humans through their tough times. For me, it is the fact that I am not the only one struggling. All humans on this planet go through stuff, even if it does not look like it on the outside, because people mostly toughen up and put on a brave face. I suppose the most powerful forward motion I experienced in my own life, was ditching the victim attitude. And then goodness could come my way, and kindness flooded my world. Beauty gently tip-toed in, and my eyes finally opened to see the world as it is. It just is. My attitude makes all the difference. Notice that I am not using the past tense here. Because the minute that I switch back to some or other attitude that does not serve me – like judgment (huge flaw for me), lack of trust, losing hope and forgetting to trust – life’s flowers turn their heads away from me, and I begin to notice the weeds.
In these times we have to be vigilant. Over the past two weeks, I have been dealing with a process involving a large group of people, and through them I have once again learned so much. I saw how families break up, because it is time. The pain of losing friends who were once of the same vibration, came down on unsuspecting participants. I heard stories of strife that seemed to have no real origin, yet managed to powerfully tear people away in opposite directions. Is it just the season? Or is there something deeper?
If I stand back and look at my own life, and the things those around me have to deal with, I see a split happening. A split that results from different people having different vibrations. Frequencies are changing. People who were once close, like magnets attracting each other, now find themselves being pushed in opposite directions. Such pain. But I am reminded of the tough process when the butterfly fights its way out of the chrysalis. Transformation is not ever easy. It was not meant to be. Like the sculptor releases the sculpting from the rock, so your Creator moulds you into what you choose to become through acceptance of change. I finally did that. And had to forgive myself for taking the long road to that point.
I am grateful to share that I am sitting in the midst of my dream, right here in this coffee shop. I recall when I decided what it is that I want, and what it would feel like when I am there. Joyfully at peace, just being me. Doing what I love, trusting that all is well. No matter what. And as they place my breakfast in front of me, I know that I am there.
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