September 10, 2012
Linear time has no meaning to our personal spirit. It’s part of a dimension that curls in on its self even as it soars along the far edges of infinite potential. Somewhere in there, each of us has our unique pace. The clocks might call to us in tick, tick, ticking attention, but our spirit knows its own time.
We thrive when we go to the pulse of our vital force. In this continuum, our inner wisdom, instincts, and intuition are easily engaged. Our truth shines in the corners of logic. We revel in the mysteries calling to our curiosity. An ocean of possibilities is visible rather than the periscope of probabilities we tend to see.
If we are walking to an appointment at a pace that is too fast to suit our spirit, our attention moves outside. It might get us there on time, but our focus is on impending obstacles, our body’s responses, stop lights, and our destination.
Walking in a slowly moving crowd viewing a popular art exhibit can be just as disconcerting if we seek an experience intimately connected to our spirit. In this kind of time our mind takes over to fill in the gaps. We notice we’re getting hungry or find ourselves staring at a red hat as our thoughts stray to projects at work or home.
When we aren’t going too fast or too slow for our inner world, our spirit quite naturally responds to the circumstance. This loving, omniscient, and empowering part of us dances when we give it our personal beat. It takes us to insights that serve us.