Quantum Attuning, Ripening, and Flow

In this season of my life when I have already ripened, already begun the long, slow journey into dissolving back into particles, essence, the soup of undifferentiated Being ...

I notice more and more of the time, I live waiting for something to ripen.

It's as simple as feeling into when to tidy up that pile of papers that's a kind of filing system for one part of me, that drives at least one other part of me completely crazy.  

And it's as delicate as discerning when to open up a space of repair with someone close, who's done something that's shaken my sense of connection and trust with them. 

There was a time once, when I felt driven to address these kinds of things right away.

But now I've let go of pushing the flow of emergence. I've let go of fighting myself, driving myself based on some imagined thing I either must make happen, or avoid.

The Cuckoo Culture that surrounds me, that I'm slowly extricating the various parts of my self and life from, taught me to wage war on the life energy and truths that arise within me.  It taught me to deal with the discomfort and disorientation of others' differing life energies and truths with correction, persuasion, opposition, domination.

As my life unfolds in ever-nearing devotion to cultivating, embodying, and disseminating Thriving, Life-Honoring Culture, all the old Cuckoo Culture lessons in everyday violence increasingly fall away.  And where they once reigned with imagined threat, added pressure, and inevitable upset and disconnection with myself and others, now there is an increasingly unshakable sense of security, relaxation, safety, and connection. 

And perhaps most remarkably, an open ease, even in the face of a noticeable amount of discomfort.

No matter what it is, I can let it emerge in its own time, allowing the inspiration and aliveness arising in me to guide, advise, and move me into action. Effortlessly. Without thought.

Far more than an effortless ease and sense of wondrous communion with Life Itself accompanies this practice. Worry has virtually entirely disappeared from my life. When it rarely arises, it feels so strange that it's easy to notice, awaken, and simply put down that way of imagining, simply choose to tell myself a much more accepting and, paradoxically, more powerful story.

My life increasingly feels like a flowing river, and the power and energy that carries me, that I dance with more and more without any hint of opposition, more and more is restoring the sense of vibrant, limitless energy that I had at first thought I'd lost forever to aging.

Now I believe I was just tired from all the fear, fighting, and frustration.

This Thriving Life is nothing less than a Paradise for me, one that has no need or desire for perfection.

Only the slow presence and honoring of ripening, and flow.

I am blessed beyond imagining, by this.