When you find yourself in the middle of a longstanding, gnarly dilemma, and you can’t find your way out, hand it over. As Einstein said, “No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.”
After all, you’re at the heart of the dilemma. Hand it to your Higher Self, Soul, Atman, Deliverer. Trust that this problem will be addressed without any interference from you. You don’t have to figure anything out. You’ve already tried. This takes discipline because your mind will try to wrestle with it one more time. But you’re not the problem solver, at least not this time. If you were, you’d be done with it by now. Let go.
Eventually an insight will occur to you, more ease will overtake you, a way through will show itself. Extend your gratitude. Faith is on its way.
It’s that moment when you realize that everything is just the way it needs to be. Even things that seem unworkable, painful and hard to face. Somehow it all fits together because there’s more to our world than how we see it. Our view is limited; our understanding, meager. But, in its midst, is this great love that takes us through every day and beyond. If we stay with that love, we become whole, in awe of creation and each other.
You may think you’re out of steam, that your story is bogged down, that there’s little you can add.
Step back. Let go. You need a new vantage point. Trust that it will come, that you’ll fly higher and dive deeper than you’ve gone before, if you let yourself. Voices beneath the surface tale want to be heard, in those layers where the soul of the story lives.
It’s up to you to go on that archaeological dig.
When I write, I’m in church.
Silence, my cathedral.
The Source of all, my witness and provider,
Peace, my sole companion.
This well is the crucible of wonder.
I come often to take a drink.
I’ll meet you there.
Dump your unrelenting critic into the trash – any parts of you that foil your efforts at creativity. You won’t have to look far. They present themselves at every opportunity. Don’t resist. Let them pass. Don’t bite the hook by talking back. Starve them by the use of your creative pen.
Morning dialogues are important, I know. I’m here. Determined to go deeper, be creative, satisfy my soul.
Soul time is supreme at this point in my life (my 60s). Not accumulation or professional achievement in the work-a-day world. It’s following the creative impulse, the joy of going deeper, unearthing treasure that conveys a morsel of truth for those who need it, including me. Don’t know if I can pull it off, but then it’s like gardening. I just need to do my job – the gardener in residence – sow the seeds, water the plants, harvest the fruit, share the bounty. There you go. A process to learn from, not tasks to be handled or a struggle to overcome. Sweet.