Blooming Thoughts
I must admit; the fluidity of life makes it seemingly impossible to trust my urges or desires in any single moment. Leaving far too much room for my indecisive nature to hijack any existing notion of what is to be. Maybe I am not so lonely in this experience, maybe the answer lies within the awareness.
In it, I have the power to reframe any blooming thought and shift my focus back to the present moment; therefore, releasing the opportunity for this illusion of control to coincidentally control me. Letting go of the tendency to critically dissect each and every feeling that spills out of me. Rather, leaning into the art of observation. Consciously detaching from the stream of thoughts filtering through me, by gently noticing them, along with the feelings that will inevitably ensue.
Refraining from the initial urge to categorize any spring of thought as “good or bad,” prior to accepting it, so it can float on. This is a sacred, intricate practice, requiring much patience and loving kindness towards oneself. I stress upon this concept of “practice”, as this is an essential component to embrace and master. It would be incredibly unrealistic to expect this mere awareness to hold enough singular space to rewire the brain, body and spirit. In aiming to shift a chaotic response pattern, a daily commitment to the creation and dedication of a personal practice is necessary to support and guide our thoughts and stagnant energies with loving kindness. We must offer the sweet space for intentions to grow into fruition…for thoughts and ideas to at the very least, be acknowledged- yet also to dismiss what no longer serves us.
In striving to strengthen our intuition, a cohesive union between mind, soul and body is essential. To greet our highest self, one must consider that our thoughts may carry more weight than we can comprehend in that very moment. We must allow space for the pause. Attuning ourselves to the internal cues for deeper understanding and higher level awareness. Imagine shining light on the drifting sensations that tend to go unnoticed or hurried away, resting in the untouched areas of our being. What messages may they invoke? Maybe nothing, but surely maybe something.
Of all the time and energy, we spend welcoming the ideas, thoughts and experiences of our family, friends, and society at large…can we not afford to take back what is already ours? While the inspiration found in the stories of others can be great teachers, I cannot help but wonder what profound understandings may we unknowingly be filtering out of our consciousness through neglecting our own intimate and unique truth. What seeds are simmering… silently screaming for your attention?