Things are in sync even when they are out of sync. Exploding stars are the kettle drums in the orchestra creating the music of the spheres. You might love Yellowstone now, but you would not enjoyed being around when it was formed. Much of the park is the caldera of a super volcano. Terrible catastrophes and stunning wonders have a lot in common. We look, and it is one way, and look again, and it is another. Which way is it really? It depends on when we look! Everything is in flux. Movement is the essence of life. The essence of movement is change, transformation, alteration. There are no steady states of being. And we get out of sorts if the bus is late. How we see what we look at keeps us one with the flow. Okay, this. Okay, that. Gives us flow. Not this! Not that! Gives us no flow, and life flows on without us. Why should we expect things to be different that they are? How can we fold into things just as they are? Saying "Yes!" to life just as it is is the art of being alive to the dance of life in rhythm with the music of the spheres. Our practice is saying "Yes!" to life right out of the box.
My comeuppance is making room in my life for people who take my life over. Who increase the noise level, and quadruple the complexity with no compensating benefits and blessings, and about whom the phrase, "the pleasure of their company" would never be said, and whose place in my life is to eternally call me forth and grow me up. Growing up should be worth more than it is. Which is something else to grow up about. I love this about my life. The little gifts, the unwelcome deliveries, the agonies and the wretched afflictions. Delivered at just the right time. Dependably, predictably, without pause or hesitation. "Here! Take this and see what you can do with it!' I wonder who it was for Jesus and the Buddha. The pebbles in their sandals. The weevils in their rice. Who is it for you? Whomever it is, they keep us grounded, focused, awake, aware, alive-- and we owe them a special reverence for that. For being the mirror they are, reflecting our depths for our inspection, examination, adjustment and correction. They require us to bring forth our best in making them welcome, and creating a safe place for them to sully and stain. I do it with a smile-- winking at my life, with a nod of gratitude for the joke that is squarely on me, and the sense of humor that I find to be just grand.
What do you do for the sake of doing it alone? How central is the place those things have in your life? Are they what you pay the bills to be able to do? Or, are they more of an aside, something you work into your life as opportunity allows? How far are you from building your life around the things you do for the joy of doing them alone?