We are capable of amazing things when we don't care what our chances are. When we aren't calculating, conniving, scheming, planning, maneuvering, masquerading, master-minding it, making it happen... When we are just doing what needs to be done with no agenda in mind and no particular end in sight, just changing the baby's diaper, just washing the dishes, just mowing the lawn, just responding as best we can to what is called for here/now, and going where that leads into the next thing, and the thing after that, for nothing more than the joy of doing it and the satisfaction of having done it to motivate us along the way... We participate fully in the unfolding of our life without being in charge of any of it, without being in control of any of it, and being blessed and graced by all of it-- waking up at some point to the wonder of the realization that our life has a mind of its own, and can be trusted with our life with fealty, liege loyalty and filial devotion, from start to finish. All we have to do is show up see what is called for here/now in each situation as it arises, and get to work in the service of what needs to be done. Somebody should tell us this at birth, and remind us of it all along the way. But no. They all ask us, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" As if! And who ever grows up?
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