I have always loved this song by the Mamas and the Papas. What a great band with such troubled lives.
As I sit here and write this, I am by a window that is letting in the first new rays of sunlight. The sky is streaked with blues and pinks and salmon colored clouds.
On my way into work this morning, I was thinking about trust. Maybe because this song was playing on the radio or maybe because I have struggled with trust my entire life. I don’t think I came out of the womb that way, so my only guess is that I struggle with trust because of the many events that have shaped me over the years.
Perhaps my mistrust of others stems completely from my mistrust of myself. There is definitely a weakness or shadow side there. This deep and pervasive doubt that I am not making the right choices creeps in when I least expect it. My distrust that things are happening exactly the way they can and should causes me to sometimes spiral and claw for solutions. If I trust in my spiritual practice, I can rest in the knowledge that all of this distrust is normal for the ego. It is my awareness that matters. If I become aware of the little self’s dance to perfection and attainment, I can stop the spiral and stay in state of trust and faith. Only then can then the answers be shown to me.
This push/pull happens every day. Every day I must realign with the Universe to restore myself to a place of trust. Every day…
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won’t go away
Monday, Monday, it’s here to stay…
Love and Light, Everyone
The Wandering Empath 