
Connectedness....that sense of being included in the heart of what matters with something/someone....
There's been a 'disconnect' that's been happening with me.
I don't much like it.
My center is off.
My sense of security is threatened.
My intuitive knowing suddenly has to be searched for.....
I know I've complained and whined and kvetched and carried on about the toll of this physical 'stuff' I'm getting to go through.
I want to blame all of the 'disconnectedness' on being weary -- on being sick and tired of being sick and tired.....
The truth is, I've been sicker and I've been tiredER......and I managed to keep a connectedness that's carried me through some icky, awful times.
I'm not particularly feeling/thinking this is the ickiest of times I've ever experienced in my lifetime, but for some reason I've grabbed the excuse and wrapped myself in it.
I must be somewhat comfy with the decision.
I'm still doing it.
That sense of 'disconnect' will NOT serve me.
Intellectually, I know this.
I just cannot, for whatever reason, seem to be able to MAKE myself move past it.
The payoff for being 'here' must be working for me.
Elsewise I still wouldn't be 'here'.
My time of 'connectedness' showed up yesterday.
I didn't invite it. I didn't go looking for it.
In fact, I went almost begrudgingly to the park and wandered down the hiking trail out of boredom, not out of a pressing need to find what I intellectually knew would help me 'move'.
I stopped somewhere between where one enters the trail and the pond where the eagles hang out when they're not dining or free sailing.
It was still.
Sunlight danced around the leaf littered ground.
Echos of the wind pressed between branches.
Smells filled my head.
And 'it' left.
I wasn't pressed to 'feel' or 'think' anything.
I got a chance to just BE.
There was a nothingness to the space.
No worries.
No responsibilities.
No hassles.
No noise inside my head nagging at me for what I was or wasn't doing...no whirling about on the matters of what life was or wasn't handing me....
And for a moment I got filled with something different.
I thought enough to look up and thank Him for that one.
And I got up.
I made it to the pond where the eagles rested -- and I became a space invader.
All it took was to step from the woods.
Their rest was disturbed.
Their comfy place to just 'BE'....was invaded by the 'could be' threat......Me.
Oh, I wish I could be full of that kind of grace when I'm 'disturbed'....
And that's the whole of my situation.
The eagles showed me clearly, the disruption is ME.
I didn't need today's examen.
I knew it yesterday.
I knew it the day before, the day before that and the day before THAT.
I've known it, in my head and in my heart for quite some time.
What it will take to move me, I do not know.
What I do know is what I fear....because I KNOW me.
When I consciously choose to keep doing what doesn't work--it's for a reason. When I 'disconnect' it's purposeful and it's to distance myself from the 'higher good'.
It's me trying to justify doing the unjustifiable someplace, somewhere, with someone.
It's a feeble attempt to do what ought not be done.
It's an excuse to do what I want to do because I feel some 'right' to do it.
Entitlement.....
That damnable sense of entitlement.....
That's what I'm connected to.