How long does it take for the large pot of water to boil, and how long does it take my heart to release the memory of joy known a day ago? The pot of water heats on the stove so that I may rinse the dishes I just washed. Thanksgiving happened yesterday. I went to bed late with the understanding I would wake up to a sink full of dishes. I went to bed with the hope I might again dream, and somehow get past my memory of the joy I experienced a night ago, so that I might stay present.
The sun shines brightly today, and I could be doing laundry. However, I instead wrestle with the desire to prolong my joy. Is it not normal to wish to hang on to a feeling I have not known in such a long time? Yet, I know that with time this memory of yesterday or the day before will fade. The moments passed, and today is a new day, with new opportunities to be open to the unknown. My only assurance is that I, in fact, know myself, and know my blessings. The spirit-driven singer musician plays his/her instrument daily to stay in touch with the intangible source of inspiration. I need to write daily to stay in touch with my innermost self. This does not come through a conversation with a friend, or the embrace of a lover. These happenings simply augment my perception of Truth. Today I see the beauty in my surroundings, and feel the ongoing surge of energy. This is All That Is. To cling to a memory of yesterday gets in the way of being here today, this I know. I lived too many years hanging on to things past. I will never know what I missed in all those years of struggle, sorrow, and pain as I stayed with the past, drowning slowly, as though I were being pulled down into quicksand, unable to save myself except by surrendering. I learned to surrender. I died, repeatedly, and found I never needed to fear. I am a part of All That Is, with no beginning and no end. I realize that in those moments I know joy, the energy flowing is ongoing, and I need never fear being booted out of this stream of energy.
Thus, today I welcome the sun, the quiet, my solitude, and trust that all is well. All that is required is staying present. I may acknowledge and release all the nuances of my heart and mind, certain of the blessings that make up this lifetime. My heart is full of gratitude. I have water with which to stay clean, a home in which to mosey about, food in the fridge, and the awareness that no matter what, I need not worry about time, or how long it takes for anything to pass, or to come into being. Life unfolds, moment to moment; the pot of water heats on the stove, and my heart beats effortlessly. The fact that I encountered joy with another recently only serves to remind me that I live in love. We all live in love. Reality is beyond time, and thus, I may let go the need to know how long anything will last. I am here today, free to question, and free to surrender. The question of how long is answered in being here, boiling the water and listening to my heart.