Everything changes, always.
It is so interesting to feel the rush of energy when the possibility of change seems to pop up unexpectedly. It is a mix of anxiety, fear, wonderment, terror, muddled thoughts about how do I make this decision. Do I want this possible change or do I want to stick with my plan? What if I make a wrong decision, and hearing the voice that says there is no wrong decision but not believing it because I am certain it is not true, it is just a good idea.
My sweet neighbors with their very funny 18-month-old have come to live with me because their house was affected by a landslide caused by all the rains here in California. It is a crazy time. They are having to figure out where to live and I am packing up the house, getting taxes together, and getting other silly things done before I go on the road to Chitown. All at the same time, my neighbors are deciding to live in the house next to the one that is sliding. It is actually a very lovely crazy time.
And then, the alternate reality, the Possibility, with a capital P shows its beckoning head. My neighbors will have a studio/1 bedroom for rent in the bottom of that house they are considering and it is at a rent I can afford. I could stay in the neighborhood that has become more congenial since I decided to move away. We talked about it and all agreed it would be so nice. And then that anxious, fear, terror, wonder and curiosity rushed up from my knees to my throat. I am getting friendlier with that experience and know when I feel it, that it means stop and wait. It does not mean decide. Those feelings and sensations are red or yellow lights, not green. It seems so much easier if it were just a green light. So much easier! I just want to pretend that the light is green so the decision is made. There…done, decided, finished.
I can easily be diverted from my decisions by something safer or cozier, and my reasons for making the decision slips away only to be remembered much later after I have gone down a different road.
I have to remember why I am doing what I am doing. I want to try my work in other parts of these lands, I want to get out of the Bay Area. And most of all I want to go home. It only took me a few hours to have that come clear. This is my practice. This is my work. Listening and listening again. Am I getting a green light or am I pretending to get a green light? Am I keeping my journey sacred? Am I letting myself see that things always change, choices and possibilities, and when? Which bloom and which die? Which things are so sacred I allow them to change me?