What fills us? Where are we "filled to the brim"? Filled with life-- with the experience of being fully alive? Where has that--where does that--happen to us? How do we respond? Tears? Laughter? Silence? ... Those moments are "transparent to transcendence." They are "thin places" (Parker Palmer) where the world of The Mystery at the Heart of Life and Being breaks into the world of normal, apparent, reality, to transform everything, and we forget to breathe. Then it all snaps back into place, leaving us to wonder if that just happened, and long for a return engagement very soon. But the memory lasts always, and we know we are that close all the time, that it could happen anywhere, but it doesn't happen everywhere, so we live between the times of its epiphany, hoping to be present again when it is present with us, knowing our life can't be more meaningful than that. Putting ourselves in the position to be filled-- opening ourselves to the wonder of being here, now, wherever we are, looking with fresh eyes to see past appearances, to see what else is there, draped in the garb of the everyday, concealing the truth of the Other World just beyond reach... We live in an optical illusion. Now we see it, now we don't. We have to look knowing what we are looking at, knowing what we are looking for, looking for how to master the shift by not staring at it, but just past it, out of the corner of our eye, not quite focusing, seeking the wonder, the radiance, just out of sight.
Our destiny is among the strangest of things. It can use anything to bring itself about. Whether we cooperate or refuse, it is all the same to our destiny. From its standpoint, "Anything can happen, but nothing can go wrong." Because nothing can happen that it cannot fold into its idea of how things need to be. The advantage of cooperating with our destiny is entirely our boon to embrace, if we choose, though it will seem to us at times to be more of a curse than a blessing. We have to trust ourselves to That Which Knows more than we know, and open ourselves to the times that are upon us-- "And when," in the Native American way of doing things, "we come to the chasm, and it is dark, and we are afraid for our life, we jump, trusting that it is not as wide as it seems." The Hero's Journey comes down to trusting ourselves to our destiny time after time. Not willing, not forcing, not pushing, not shoving, just listening, just looking, just waiting, for the door to open where we think there are no doors, for the blessing to be bestowed when we think there are no blessings in this mess for sure, ready to act when the time for acting comes upon us, and trusting (that word again) that we will know when it arrives. It is a different way of going at life, and it is the only way of being in accord with the Tao moment-to-moment, day-to-day.
Living from the center, aligned with the source, at one with our original nature, waiting for the mud to settle and the water to clear, listening/looking for what arises in the silence to speak for the Tao flowing through all situations and circumstances in the service of balance and harmony, spirit, vitality and life, enables our virtues-- the gifts that are ours from birth-- to come forth as blessing and grace to heal the world through the way we respond to what is called for in each moment, moment-by-moment, the fulcrum shifting the future into place, and making all things what they need to be over time. Do here and now right as best you can. That is the difference that makes a difference in the way things are always and forever.