Monday, Monday…Can’t Trust that Day…

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