Someone is messing with my Zen.
Mind you, it’s there for the taking if I don’t keep guard.
Thanks for the reminders.
The universe has conspired, you see. It began at the start of the new year when I decided to set intentions and not adopt resolutions. I would choose a few words to inspire and guide and teach me and leave it to the universe to make of that what it would.
And the words that came and set roost were:
“The universe is conspiring in your favor.”
And conspire it has. In my universe of loved ones, there have been three deaths, a diagnosis of stage 4 breast cancer and the start of two painful divorces. All in the last six weeks. Plus a health scare of my own.
I began to reconsider my choice of words.
Maybe choosing to conspire was a tad risky.
Maybe I should have chosen something like “grow” or “prosper” or “flourish.”
But conspiracy sticks, it seems.
For while there have been tears and anxiousness and sadness and fear, there have also been celebrations of lives well-lived, time given, perspective gained, peace promised in the future and a biopsy that was benign.
In this time, I have been lovingly surrounded by the presence and spirit of family and dear friends. I have watched the moon kiss a mountain and hiked the ridge of another with friends of dear connection. I have spent time with my grandson and my granddaughter. And I have moved toward the next big step.
My Zen might have been rattled. But it’s still there.
And so, I think, am I.