Lost in the Mystery
Give up the timeframe, the questions, and become the riddle.
We think in straight, soaring lines. Everything will build on itself, the process will be constructive. Anything that happens in contrast is wrong, broken. That is the myth.
This writing is evolving like a labyrinth. That labyrinth is laid in a mossy lawn on an overcast day. Meager strands of fist sized rocks nestle into the green. They set the boundaries of the meandering path. Efficiency yearns to send me straight over the rocks to the middle. But, the center would lose its meaning. It would devolve to match all the other points around it.
Instead let’s spend our time opening a different way. Life works itself in arcs rather than lines, always drifting around the center.
Horses prefer arcs in their own graceful way. Lines are confrontational and uninviting. Watch a horse's ears go back as you stride up to her directly. Arc around her, embracing her with your attention and she, like the center of this knowing, will leave her spot and come to you.
The center of knowing will come to you.
The myth says we should have it all figured out. We should, underscore should, know what to do, when and where to do it, and how and why we make each choice. All of these choices are supposed, underscore supposed, to lead to more and better. More happiness. A better life.
Mourn the self-abuse that stems from such illusions.
Let’s say a winning streak surfaces. Detailed instructions erupt from the ethers. Here we are “in the flow”. Synchronicities. Everything lines up and comes together. It’s magical. And addictive. We get attached. We own the magic of everything going our way, and take pride in the success. Success defined as more, easy, and better. More money. Easier path. Better outcome.
When the flow dries up we chase the dragon, lost again from what truly matters. When we own the success, we must also saddle the failure. Shame accompanies lostness. It is an unmerciful equation.
Everyone finds themselves adrift in life. More than once. Too many times to count.
What is difference between catching "a drift" and going “adrift”?