Local weather has been having a laugh lately, our usual replaced with this inconvenient but beautiful blanket. The other morning my car got stuck. Buses and taxis were absent as I climbed the hill. Intrepid four wheel drive's with snow tires passed, 'the only other sound the sweep, of easy wind and downy flake...but I had promises to keep and miles to go' and that hill was steep.
As always I'm taking a meandering route to my point but here it is, the truth (and change) is always simple. The mind a bit like government, likes to keep itself in a job. It generates anxiety, self limiting thoughts and a framework based on myth that ensures it's busy.
I waved the next truck down, asked the driver for a lift. He dropped me where he could and I stuck out my thumb. I was transported to a younger time; travelling to work with only a thumb for a ticket. It was that simple.
The part of ourselves that is possessive of employment, the mind, when not fed by limitation will naturally open to possibility. This is creation. We can go one step further and in a breath, let go of the apparent 'what is;' the questions, need for answers, any framework at all. We can just let go.
We do not walk this life alone. We walk with another, deeper, more expansive than myth and beyond time. We walk with our eternal selves, that which is every possibility. We are more than footprints in the snow.
Many thanks to Robert Frost for words borrowed and to the two gentleman truckers, I am grateful.