Trust the Universe

You know what? I do! Trust the Universe that is. Except, however, when I don't.

I walk around in the "knowing", feeling easy, at peace, one with all that is. And I stub my toe.

Somewhere deep inside, I still have a negative belief that life can not be terrific and glorious ALL of the time. My very cells, the very essence of me forgets what it knew when I started out here.

I've talked before of my very first memory: I no longer know how old I was. Possibly new born, possibly just coming out of the warmth and safety of the womb, possible just a titch older. But not very old at all. And my thought was, "I didn't know I was going to do this again so soon."

I thought about that yesterday. I have a sense that as I age and having faced that black brick wall several months ago while in the emergency room, I am returning to fully feeling as well as believing, what I once knew and forgot. And essentially I think that illusive what I once knew and have forgotten is that ultimately we are all, me included, safe. That sense that we are being looked after just doesn't cut the mustard for me. Feels like somebody with a long white beard is looking down. I don't feel looked after. I feel safe. Like knowing that in the immence rightness of the universe, I too am right.

Hmmmm. No idea where this is going. email me if you have some ideas: clo.nancy@sympatico.ca

Warmly, Nancy