If life went according to my plan…
When I booked my ticket to India, I debated in my mind about purchasing a one way or a round trip ticket. Once I decided to purchase a round trip, I had to choose a date. I chose April 6th. If life went according to my plan, I would have arrived in the US last week. Life does not go according to my plan. Life has not gone according to my plan for some time now. Life has it own plan for me.
I am here.
And I have been here for a month
Here is the only place to be.
Here.
Reality is always happening, always here no matter where I am. My real life is happening for me wherever I am. Life does not stop or go on hold, it is always here, continuing to reveal itself no matter where I am. To me, it is not that I am back in reality, for I have always been in my life, with my life.
Then, I was there.
Now, I am here.
In being here, I continue to observe, my choices, my actions, my thoughts, my consciousness state. I continue to be aware.
The being here is more than a physical sense. To me, it is more of an approach, an awareness of my current state, where my attention is, what I am focused on. A reminder that I am here, in this moment rather than off somewhere my mind takes me. My mind has a strong tendency to do that, to leave the current moment and whisk me away to somewhere else. It brings me to the past, previous events of my life. It brings me to the future, events that have not happened.
The practice I have to do this is, to catch my mind and the thoughts it has is not new. It is the awareness that is new. It is the separation between me and thoughts I have that is new. I am not my thoughts. Instead, thoughts arise and my ability to observe when that is happening, to noticing has deepened. My awareness around this is vast, it has become part of my daily practice. A noticing of the thoughts that arise, they bubble up, reminding me that they are there, things are there, stuff is there. It only exists in my mind, outside of my mind I cannot locate it.
That is all that they are, thoughts. I have the choice to sit with them or let them arise and pass like water flowing in the river or clouds in the sky.
In love and light,
Sara