Should
Dear friend,
I really should be getting on with something,
but I find the world has ways of sucking my attention
until I’m face down in the soil wondering how I got here.
What we’re really looking for,
as we scroll on our black mirrors,
is to be nestled within the roots of life.
To belong.
To matter.
It’s easy to feel cut adrift—
full of potential, yet unable to light the fuse
that might birth something new.
Caged by indecision.
Preyed on by great squalling storms of digital distraction.
With no thread to follow,
we’re like if Theseus were to refuse Ariadne’s ball of twine—
lost and hopelessly wandering the maze of our minds.
You realise you’ve twisted and turned
round the same repetitive thought-forms
for the best part of a morning,
a day,
a lifetime maybe?
The thread is connection.
Relationship.
Intuition.
Nurture.
Acceptance.
The warmth of belonging.
The greatest gift we can give is the gift of our presence.
Follow the thread of your breath.
Feel the sensation of life entering your body—
the rise and fall of your chest.
The warmth of your heart.
And forget, for a moment, what you should be doing.
Come back to present-moment awareness
and see what action arises in the now.
This returning is cyclical.
Like the turning of the universe.
Perhaps you will remember the deepest level of your being.
Perhaps you’ll wake again with your face in the dirt,
wondering where all the time went.
Either way, the key is noticing.
Watching the movie show of the mind
and knowing it for a projection.
The sun has broken through the cloud cover—
the garden shadows dancing in pools of light.
What if you were already home?
Look at the clew in your hands.
Which direction does it lead?
“Clew” is an Old English word, originally spelled cliewen,
which meant a ball of thread or yarn.
It’s the direct linguistic ancestor of the modern word clue.
Follow the clues.
You’re not lost.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey
