Morning coffee
A favorite fantasy of mine is to be awaken by a loving partner as I am handed a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Since that is a fantasy not occurring in real time, I arise each morning, perform morning absolutions, get dressed for the gym and then let my Kurig brew me a cup of coffee from the freshly ground beans I place in the pod.
It seems that many of us go through life waiting to be handed the big break, the spiritual epiphany, the perfect job, or the partner of our dreams. Until those gifts arrive we may bond with the couch, don that perfect whining costume or find some other way of waiting for what we want or need.
I have always been intrigued by the question of whether there is some force or being in charge or whether there is a random set of events or circumstances which force the other pieces of the universe to adjust until there is a synchronicity of all the parts. I have often suspected that there is a third option. It is possible that everything I need to get my groove on – that is to say to allow myself to connect with the universe – is always present if I choose or am able to choose to grab hold of it.
I just spent time visiting with a dear friend who seems to have landed in the perfect place to slow him down enough to claim those parts of himself which he seems to have been running from much of his 32 years. He somehow woke long enough to pay attention. He already knew of this place where he needed to be, a person came along to give him a ride, and the place had an opening for him. He brought many gifts with him, but also was in need of the gifts of some who were already at this place. As he receives these pieces he is able to latch on to the tools, which had lain dormant in his toolbox for some time. Well, to be fair, he did take them out to look at them occasionally and would even start to build with them but then put them back where they would again lay dormant while he looked elsewhere for something to replace these tools or perhaps he was simply numbing himself.
If one looks at the life of this dear man one can draw lines from point A to point B to point C to… In the end they all connected to bring forth this interconnected geometrical sphere. Each piece is essential to the whole. It is easy then from this perspective to think, “All things come together for good.” Or “There was always a plan” or …
Yet, I know that many die before they are able to make that connection. They live this life journey or exist during this life journey disconnected. Even if the piece they need has just arrived on that silver platter on which that aromatic cup of coffee is resting as the perfect partner carries it, they cannot reach out to take it.
For today, my intention is to stay awake to accept the gifts, which are placed in front of me. They may not be the gifts I had thought I wanted or needed but they may indeed be the gifts, which I needed to connect my piece of the geometrical sphere. Divine plan or?
Written December 29, 2017
A favorite fantasy of mine is to be awaken by a loving partner as I am handed a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Since that is a fantasy not occurring in real time, I arise each morning, perform morning absolutions, get dressed for the gym and then let my Kurig brew me a cup of coffee from the freshly ground beans I place in the pod.
It seems that many of us go through life waiting to be handed the big break, the spiritual epiphany, the perfect job, or the partner of our dreams. Until those gifts arrive we may bond with the couch, don that perfect whining costume or find some other way of waiting for what we want or need.
I have always been intrigued by the question of whether there is some force or being in charge or whether there is a random set of events or circumstances which force the other pieces of the universe to adjust until there is a synchronicity of all the parts. I have often suspected that there is a third option. It is possible that everything I need to get my groove on – that is to say to allow myself to connect with the universe – is always present if I choose or am able to choose to grab hold of it.
I just spent time visiting with a dear friend who seems to have landed in the perfect place to slow him down enough to claim those parts of himself which he seems to have been running from much of his 32 years. He somehow woke long enough to pay attention. He already knew of this place where he needed to be, a person came along to give him a ride, and the place had an opening for him. He brought many gifts with him, but also was in need of the gifts of some who were already at this place. As he receives these pieces he is able to latch on to the tools, which had lain dormant in his toolbox for some time. Well, to be fair, he did take them out to look at them occasionally and would even start to build with them but then put them back where they would again lay dormant while he looked elsewhere for something to replace these tools or perhaps he was simply numbing himself.
If one looks at the life of this dear man one can draw lines from point A to point B to point C to… In the end they all connected to bring forth this interconnected geometrical sphere. Each piece is essential to the whole. It is easy then from this perspective to think, “All things come together for good.” Or “There was always a plan” or …
Yet, I know that many die before they are able to make that connection. They live this life journey or exist during this life journey disconnected. Even if the piece they need has just arrived on that silver platter on which that aromatic cup of coffee is resting as the perfect partner carries it, they cannot reach out to take it.
For today, my intention is to stay awake to accept the gifts, which are placed in front of me. They may not be the gifts I had thought I wanted or needed but they may indeed be the gifts, which I needed to connect my piece of the geometrical sphere. Divine plan or?
Written December 29, 2017
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