Ready.
There is nothing like letting go of what is behind and pushing ahead toward what is to come - even while we can not yet see it (or know the outcome of the sacrifice). We can not yet taste the benefit. The fruit. But we trust. We trust the fallowed soil, the latent potential to produce.
For in that potential, in that open landscape of possibility, we have the seedlings of everything we hope for - the future orchards we dream of. They are all there. Nothing is missing. Nothing is lost. ALL is reconciled and redeemed. All our hopes are there, rooted in faith.
And this faith believes that dreams…
Will come true. Will be realized. Will find a way. Will break through. Will persist. Will sacrifice. Will. Will. Will. Why? Not because we are unique and special, but because we are unique and special. Even superhuman. Supernatural. Yet totally human. Perfectly natural.
We are both: Ordinary. Extraordinary. Intersecting all the time in simple moments. The most ordinary things being infused with the msot extraordinary, we begin to see life. To really see. Truth begins to open up. Beauty begins to emerge. We learn to trust. Finally.
We see that life is gift. It has never been anything else. It is a beautifully undeserved gift. One we did not seek. Yet even as we do seek it, we find that we already have it. It is already ours. Again, gift. Life finds a way to break through.
Our responsibility is to start. To begin. To take the step. To surrender. To trust. To be activated. To believe. To dream. To allow. To abide. As we say yes in these various forms, life begins to include us. We are invited into the process. We see the infinite potential of beauty.
Everywhere. Time begins to open up. Former constraints are no longer binding. We are able to break through obstacles and discover they are more in our head than anywhere else. We begin to enjoy again the things we are called to. We begin to live, really live, again.
That is the spring of our souls. Our fears defrost. Slowly we emerge from the depths of an assumed hopelessness. We hold on. We weather. We wait. We trust the seeds to take root. Now it’s time to grow. To emerge. To bear fruit. To let our cultivations rise.
In many ways it is the passive voice. We allow. We let. We give permission. Or we don’t. Either way, the fruit begins to bud. The flowers begin to spring. We can enjoy. That’s the invitation! Enjoy the view. Enjoy the growth process. Watch life unfold. Or don’t.
That participation with life is where joy comes from. Its very roots are there. There is no other source. Life prevailing over death is joy. Experiencing life’s triumph over death is how we find joy, where we access it. Get a front row seat. Enjoy! Watch. Celebrate. It’s time!
Sure there is planning. Sure there are goals involved. But at the end of the day we must enjoy our own company. We must enjoy ourselves. Our lives. Our situations. We find peace. Which is more valusable than any achievement. Ready for life. Ready, even, for death.
