Wednesday, August 18, 2010
WWII vets, hanging around their memorial on the National Mall.
The season is definitely taking a turn, oh yeah. Yesterday was steamy but not too hot, so unlike June and July, so unlike the way August usually is in DC. Today is cool and rainy. Water is falling from the sky (big percussive raindrops) but also suspended in the air, making my skin and breath soft and damp, my hair extremely frizzy. The windows are open here at the chateau, I'm listening to the birds, the heartbeat of the rain. It's a dreamy, smooth, melancholy morning. No doubt about it: Fall just around the corner.
Timing is everything, or so they say. Though flopping around this week in several dimensions and on various levels, my timing is pretty good. Hmm ... that's interesting. Yesterday, when the sun was shining, I took a serious bike ride. Today, I'll clean house, cook, dash out only to see the Sufi acupuncturist. How perfect. Everything works better when I dance in shamanic alignment with the weather.
I believe in my heart of hearts that everything unfolds exactly as it should; i.e. there is a greater wisdom that guides me, if only I will listen. I have to do my bit, you know: stand tall, remain open and curious. In order to participate in the unfolding of my life, it's important to cultivate evolutionary qualities such as compassion, courage, valour, forgiveness, gratitude. The idea that I have control, though - over anything or anyone? That's just silly.
With a deep bow and big ole gassho to friends who help me remember the above. You know who you are! Thank you!