On letting go, finding your way, and the keys that were always yours
The Jungle Maze Of Mirror Stew
For each life circumstance, to let go and move forward, I see that there is not one recipe, one path, one resolution- it’s more like a jungle maze of mirror stew.
Each circumstance requires a different combination of non-linear and linear equating. Each answer leaves a resounding lesson that can’t be discovered any other way.
There is no shortcut through the maze. No single formula that works twice. And I think part of us knows this – even when we’re desperately googling for the one answer, the one method, the one person who has finally figured it out. Because the truth is, the figuring out is the point. The maze is the point. The stew is the point.
The Keychain
As though at the beginning of our life we are given a keychain with infinite keys. We are told we will be presented with infinite doorways and it’s up to us to find the right key to open the door. And there is not one key for two doors.
We are also made aware that many keys will be jammed in the wrong holes and can take a lifetime to pull out.
Also – my keys won’t work in your doors. And your keys won’t work in mine. But I can help you find the right one, and you can help me find mine when I lose them.
None of us actually have the answer for anyone else, but we can share what we found. We can shine a light on the ring of keys. But the one that fits your door – only you will know it when you feel it click.
What Wisdom Actually Is
So when wisdom is shared from within, we gift each other new in-sight. Sight inside. In-spired. That can ignite just the little light needed to see the key that was right there all along.
Each of us, we are so unique, with original wisdom that is born from unique life experience.
This is why I’m endlessly curious about other people’s processes. Not because I think their key will fit my door, but because watching someone find theirs reminds me that mine exists too.
That the maze has an exit. That the stew, however long it simmers, eventually becomes something nourishing.
The Yes Spot
And I think the way we find our own key is by getting quiet enough to listen for the yes.
There is a spot in every position that feels like a yes. A yes that does not scream “yes!” with thought formations – more like the sweet whispering yes of nature, that one can be held in only by going to her and really listening.
Not listening with the ears on the head, but with the ears of every cell. Like every intelligent cellular being stands still at attention, excitedly awaiting the symphony they call home to tune and tone them back in sync with the rest of the orchestra.
My yes spot and your yes spot are in different spots, continuously shifting and dancing and sliding and hiding in relation to the mixing of moments merging. It’s empowering to know that only you can know yours, and me mine.
And when we meet aligned there, we move beyond time. The man-made pressures that can feel so real and so heavy – they soften. The softness takes us into trust. Trust opens the channels for more love. And the Love says “yes” because it wants you back.
There Is No Recipe
For each life circumstance, the answer is different. The key is different. The maze is different. And the beauty of that, the wildly inconvenient, humbling, occasionally maddening beauty of that – is that it means no one else can do this part for you.
But we can walk the maze together. We can hold the light while the other one looks. We can share our wisdoms that were born from our own unique, unrepeatable life experience – and in doing so, help each other see the key that was right there all along.
Loving you always!
Meghan