The gravity of the situation… we hear a lot about that. In our souls gravity is not a low-vibe thing: it’s a feeling room. Even if I had the opportunity to hang with the high-vibe folks and talk about how simple the profound is and how profound the simple, I wouldn’t make a life out of it. Day-to-day life is friction. It’s where the rubber meets the road. It’s where our growth comes from.
There is no escaping our feet on the earth life, with sons and daughters and loved ones and strangers who go through things. And it’s not just them… we go through it with them, with our own stuff mixed in. Human beings go through it. Sometimes it’ll send you to your bed to curl up and pull up the covers, and shed a few ‘this stuff’s heavy’ tears.
You probably know the John Mayer song Gravity. After a weekend of fighting off the gravity of the situation, I went to bed today with John Mayer to nourish me: “Oh twice as much ain’t twice as good, and can’t sustain like one half could. It’s wanting more that’s going to send me to my knees.”
I’m on my knees, true that! But you’re not making sense, John… wanting more what?
Earlier today I went out to get some bread at a place I’ve been to a few times. I know the road so I allowed my attention to wander… but it’s all good. I got there. Then I headed back, and oddly, I noticed that the main road got a lot shorter and there were no street signs. And then it dawned on me… I took a wrong turn.
Just when I decided to come awake and look for a clue, a car pulled alongside me with the words ‘Quest Diagnostics’ printed on the side. Aha… maybe it’s time to diagnose my quest! Too much going on inside… it’s diagnosis time. Do it and you’ll come across a familiar road, and that will take you home.
Freedom… freedom to experience the new! That’s what I want more of. I’m living inside of yearning! Repetition has clipped my angel wings; I’ve been through this experience before; street signs be damned… I know my cardinal directions; what’s going on that I don’t know now? Was there something left undone the last time through?
By the time I got home I knew I’d have to clean the page. Soaking up too much information is a problem! Not ‘the’ problem but ‘a’ problem. Information is not experience… in today’s world it can become gluttony that stems from stress and feeds stress.
I don’t need to know more about the evils of the world right now, or what food is bad for me, or the secret plans of anybody, or what entities lurk about and trick your higher self into incarnating again… yes, I actually read that. Then I listened to a sky-granny who knows everything about bliss but forgot how to have fun. My mind is like a toilet… I need to flush it.
You’ve seen those memes, I’m sure, written on a photo or graphic. Here’s one that gave me a ‘huh?’ smile: “Each day do something to make you feel happy, until this becomes a habit.” Do we actually have to be ‘told’ to do something to make ourselves feel happy? Apparently so! People are so stressed they need to be told to dance and laugh and love, and go for some crazy hot love, and try to not beat themselves up all the time.
Maybe I’m not the only one lost, with a head full of doo doo and a yearning for the freedom to experience something new.
It appears the universe is offering us another cycle around the circle, another ring on the tree; and freedom to experience the new is inside of that. I’ll take it as it is. This particular granny has won many a battle with tenacity alone.
And we do know how to fly. We always know. We came here for the feet on the ground thing: the gravity, the restriction, the repetition, the yearning, the tears, the breakthroughs, the laughter, the dancing, the loving, the changes, the freedom… and the moment when we see it all clearly.
“Just keep me where the light is…” Thanks, John.