Zero Point: "No Way" as "The Way"
I've been 'offline' these past few days as I am yet again packing up, this time in Marrakech on my way to the UK then ... hmmm Dubai if things do not go astray globally (again 🙄). I have not made too many plans in terms of the future as since the p(l)andemic I realised that we can make all kinds of plans but sometimes life (and/or insane people), can decide to take us all on a different path and timeline. So I make short term choices in the 'hope' (oooh I dislike that word) that there is some greater soul purpose that I cannot always see, as Lao Tsu says "the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step", so I go step by step. I also feel that if we know too much we humans have a tendency to try to manipulate life to work in a particular way rather than pointing ourselves in the direction we are wishing to go in and allowing our Over Soul to get us there (wherever 'there' may be) with all the synchronicities and people we may meet along the way. So I thought that my current short term plan was great. Pack up in Marrakech before it gets crazy hot and filled with tourists, head to UK, sort out my son's apartment as his current tenant is leaving, just in time (I thought) for me to move in, see grandchildren, my daughter, friends). Head to Dubai if all is well. Safe bet I thought. Hmmm. He has now decided to return to the UK and occupy his apartment! So, I am in the flow of unknowing and surrendering to my Over Soul, trusting she has some greater idea than I have on what next. In general surrender is not my nature, at these times I would normally enter a place of anxiety interspersed with tantrums, swimming upstream like the salmon but without the purpose that the salmon has. But today I allowed myself to breathe, continued to clear, pack, give away and allow myself to be present in each moment. Feeling the lightness of giving away, clearing out the old, feeling into what stays and what no longer belongs in my life with the Me I am now, not allowing my mind to take me on any mad journey of the imagination of what the future will, or will not, hold.