I wrote on Saturday about those lovely initiation bubbles coming into my life. They have been part of my environment for a long, long time. The one that flew at me that day burst and it taught me quite a bit. Knowing these bubbles come at me all the time, in various shapes, colors and sizes.
Another one flew at me this morning; a massive one in some respect with an issue that usually irritates me to the core.
And, believe it or not, this morning’s initiation bubble didn’t burst. It didn’t affect me as it usually does. And I was able to let it go fairly easily, leaving the final decision in the hands of the ‘decision-maker.’
With all my experience with these flying bubbles, I can tell hundreds of them could have been avoided, only if….
Only if I knew that this would happen because of what I did. Nothing out of this world; just mundane living leading to the firing of a bubble.
What entered my mind fairly quickly this morning is that this November 12th bubble would have never existed, had I not asked our son not to watch TV before breakfast. He would have not returned to his room, the birth location of the bubble; because of what happened there a few minutes later.
Again, day to day occurrences—nothing big, assuredly—and their ‘small consequences’ in the chain of life and learning.
During all these years when these ‘occurrences took place,’ I truly believed that the Divine had something to do with them. Knowing it was so beautifully orchestrated and, at the same time, so easily avoidable if …. The scenario repeats itself with what I would call ‘Swiss precision,’ despite the varying circumstances.
Yet, what dawned on me a couple hours later in my yoga class is that it is not the Divine (a Divine ‘out there’) at work, but Gilles Asselin’s Divine; or my Higher Self, or my I AM self, if you will.
My Higher Self knows exactly what I need and knows best how to nurture and shower me. Yet, if I continuously respond the same way, it will continue to offer situations where bubbles will be fired, one after another.
That became crystal clear.
I made the determination this past Sunday to “fully surrender to the Divine,” in my daily living environment, my very own crucible. It is time, isn’t it, after this myriad of bubbles?
I didn’t know where it would take me and boy, the road can be arduous—yesterday felt like a day full of setbacks—and the ‘attachment to attachments’ is a pattern which is hard to break.
The attachment to attachments I am talking about is a mental pattern(s) we have engineered—perhaps a very long time ago, often unconsciously—to take care of the bubble once it has burst; or in case it bursts. Especially when the bursting of the bubble is painful. It is usually a mental pattern that we project in the future and that creates damages. It is not a healthy pattern.
But, as we understand, despite the arduousness of the path, it is the direction we are moving toward that matters; it matters certainly more than where we are now, even in the middle of an ocean of bubbles!