I haven’t spent a lot of time around littles in this lifetime, but I have found it’s a good arena to practice awareness, patience, presence, authenticity and letting go.
It’s like our own heart, really. It knows how long to focus on what’s in front of us, and when it’s time for something else. All too often we interrupt things, in order to inject a little control over the process — but that’s the antithesis to the nature of the universe; to the nature of flow, play, dancing and the eternal “yes”. It’s no wonder why the untamed spirits get a little crazy with the endless mixing of messages. It’s the same thing inside us, for our hearts always know, yet we unconsciously fragment in a thousand directions away from center.
Our devices can easily have us distracted, addicted, unfocused, bickering and psychologically unbalanced. There is no schedule to eternity. Roman numeral time is a useful tool in industry and commerce, but little else. Social media is an advertising medium, a makeshift pulpit, an exercise in blunt superficiality, but also a stream of consciousness — distorted, however, because we can completely customize and curate our bubbles (feeds) of perception. It’s the real-time dichotomy of perpetual connectivity and total disconnection from each other.
We can intuit when it’s time for play, time for focus, devotion, obsession, creation — and those all-important bursts of short-term stress that motivate, excite, challenge and mature us. We can feel when it’s time to heed the guidance for rest and reflection. Our bodies are constantly communicating to us, yet we do not practice listening.
Conscious awareness is not simply a modern-day buzz-phrase. It’s integral to the next level reality we crave right now. It is our collective soul agreement that desires to foster and further not only the awakening, but the enlightening (unburdening; cleaning up) and the maturation (growing up) of our human experience.
The brilliance of the unconditional state of the pure of heart, is the instant pushback, the unfiltered feedback, and the blind commitment to the present.
Uncle: Want to ride some more?
Nephew: Yes.
Solvitur ambulando