One of the beautiful things about living in guidance is the ability to completely let go of worrying about having enough time. Walking this path, you find there is always enough time -- just the right amount -- and that things get done. You actually have more time because you’re not spending all of it spinning wheels and being in a state of overwhelm, wondering what to start first.

Unless, of course, one of the cogs in your well-oiled machine comes loose and everything falls apart.

How do you manage bad news? Things going awry? The world turning upside down? Because it happens. All too often we sail along on a wave of complacency and then something happens that changes everything. At least, that’s how my world works. Regularly I find myself suddenly in a vastly different reality from the one I thought I had been in ten minutes before, and I find myself swimming to catch up in an ocean I hadn’t known existed.

[Blog (Non-channeled) April 2010]

I am tired. Not only am I tired but I have difficulties resting. For years this has been an issue.

Hi, I’m Karen and I don’t know how to rest.

Hi Karen.

You too? I see this a lot. We’ve boxed ourselves into a cultural corner and we don’t allow ourselves to rest. Must make dinner! Must think about work! Must go to the gym! Must plan the vacation!

Rest, [v.trans.] allow to be inactive in order to regain strength, health, or energy.

Rest.

I wrote about rest last fall after I had been ill several days, just resting. I allowed my body to repose and rejuvenate. It was wonderful and freeing.

[Blog (Non-channeled) April 2010]

Fifteen days. Halfway to … what? I still don’t know what’s at the end of this rainbow. And it still doesn’t matter. This being in the moment thing is huge. It’s getting me through some stuff, and it’s becoming, well habit-forming. When I start feeling anxious about something and feeling like I have to make plans, I can stop and ask myself, “What am I feeling/doing/being right now? What is THIS moment?”

And the moment is gone. The urgency is gone. And I’m just here with my breath.

Tonight was another dance class, and I walked into the dance space – as did we all tonight – with some “stuff”. We talked a bit about what we came in with, and we brought that stuff into movement. I loved seeing how everyone’s stuff created beauty in their bodies as they danced the feeling.

My stuff was about the discomfort and anger I felt at my body today. It hasn’t always been an easy relationship, my body and I, and today I was feeling the tension between us. Grr! Engaging with it further in dance brought palpable emotion to the surface – I was sure everyone could see it! – and I was uncomfortable at the thought. Naked.