Living Off Center

Where is it said that when you move from what has been the center to a few degrees out, that life will fall into place?  Remarkably, the opposite is true. An unquestioned belief and set of principles can keep you in one place for years. But we are not in charge of the great unfolding. So when some idea comes into question and dissolves, it is like an earthquake. Everyone feels it, there is a sense of insecurity and urgency at the same time. Some things fall to the ground, smashed. Our very groundedness is in question.

What is uncovered in this time may be distasteful, like what we find under an old piece of furniture when it is finally moved after many years. Treasures and trash. Anger and resentment for having carried it, for the person we perceive initiated it.  Perhaps even more unsettling that this anger is the great deep quiet after such a rumble. The quiet seeps into the edges and merely watches. Welcome this too, for it is a seed of more to come.

It is a mistake to think that holy work is done only in times of spiritual gathering or ritual. The holy work of transformation is the work of erosion. Holy sculpting. Bit by bit shreds of you fall to the floor under the master's hand.