We'll See - Miracles and the Chef

I haven’t written a blog post here since April 4th. I don’t really know why except to say I just wasn’t inspired to do so – which surprised me because normally I have all kinds of ideas swimming in my head that I want to write about and share with you, so please forgive me for my silence. I have no doubt you will.

Actually, I thought it was a month since my last post, not almost two! I totally lost track of time – completely understandable when dedicated to a path that tells us that time doesn’t really exist.

Still, the old me would have judged myself as being irresponsible, uncommitted, undisciplined, blah, blah, blah. The “me” that’s writing this knows better.

I may not know why or what anything is for, but I do know I can’t judge it. I can’t judge it because I don’t know what anything is for. Funny how the truth always makes a complete circle and the beginning is the end. As the Course says, this is a journey without distance.

“The journey to God is merely the reawakening of the knowledge of where you are always, and what you are forever. It is a journey without distance to a goal that has never changed” T 8. VI. 9

So if I can’t judge anything because I don’t know what anything is for, then how can I tell if something that I wanted to happen didn’t or if something happened that I didn’t want to happen is a good or bad thing?

If either scenario caused me to be attached to the outcome, or suffer in any way, I’d be suffering for no good reason…because I can’t judge what anything is for. I have plenty of life experience, as I know you do, when I thought something that happened was a good thing, that turned into a bad thing, that turned into something else once again. The specifics don’t really matter, as beautifully exemplified by this famous story of the Zen monk…O

One day a Zen monk walks into the village and there’s great jubilation. He inquires into what’s happening and the villagers tell him that they’ve acquired a new horse; a symbol of wealth and status at the time. They tell him how great it is that they have this horse and all he does is shrug his shoulders:

“we’ll see…”

He comes back a few days later and a group of the villagers have crowded around an injured boy. The zen monk finds out that the boy was riding the new horse, fell off and broke his leg. The villagers shake their heads, worried and tell him how terrible this is. He shrugs:

“we’ll see…”

A few weeks later the monk returns to the village; this time, there is great commotion…a war has broken out between the territories. All the male villagers must go and fight, except for the boy with the broken leg, which has not yet healed. ‘Isn’t it wonderful that he broke his leg…now his life has been spared’, exclaim the villagers. The monk smiles and shrugs:

“we’ll see…”

Which reminds me of the famous saying in songs and films…”Che sara sara”

And in the complete acceptance of what will be will be, comes a sweet surrender to what is. This is where peace lives.

It is my intention to write more often…but we’ll have to see.

Silvia

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