The universe is the way it is because you are the way you are. So, how will the universe change if you change?
It’s a harsh assertion, no? And taken to heart, it can weigh heavily. Just read the news. What does it mean to say that what you see is your own making?
A few years ago, I bumped into an old friend in the coffee shop. We’d lost touch probably a few years before. She was there with another friend, so we agreed we should meet and catch up soon.
And we did. Catching up was amazing ~ sharing about ourselves, our kids, our spouses, our work, … A few hours in that same coffee shop later, we departed with the agreement to meet again ~ maybe in a few months.
And we did. It became a quarterly thing, more or less. Sometimes is was six months or more, but the rhythm was generally a coffee quarterly ~ a few hours in the shop chatting before continuing with the day.
And with all finely ingrained habits, however long the rhythm, one’s body and mind knows: “I’ve been thinking about you!” “Me too! Is it that time?” “I’m free next Tuesday. Same place & time?”
And it occurred to me, subtly, that though she was always happy to see me, wasn’t it I who always initiated contact? I wondered, what would happen if I didn’t…
And I didn’t consciously not make contact… but I didn’t. And no one contacted me. That time passed, and then a pandemic did as well.
And occasionally I wonder: Is the universe the way it is because I am the way that I am… because we all are the way we are?
The universe is happy to meet us where we are, to answer any question we may have ~ but the answer? That’s inside us too. Where is the separation? What is the difference? Do we recognize what we see?
So wherever and whenever I sit with a cup of coffee, I sit there with the universe however it appears. If I have a question, I’m sure the answer is there ~ I may just have to squint my eyes and tilt my head a bit to recognize it, but it’s there. And if I have no question? Who knows ~ I may unwittingly be a part of someone else’s answer.
Speaking of which, the body is reminding me: It’s time for coffee.