Listening to the universe

Having one of those weeks. Out of sorts, a bit down for various reasons, some serious, but most don't matter in the grand scheme of things. The good thing about these kinds of angst-ridden stretches, I get to practice staying focused on tasks at hand, remember how blessed I am, and there is a real feeling of accomplishment in getting things done in the midst of a mind picking its way through chaotic terrain. It's a bit like treading through a minefield. Mindfulness is an ally.

Taking a deep breath, I step back and remind myself the universe turns with or without puny, human ego twisting. Indeed it always has and always will so why am I wasting an infinitesimal sliver of time feeling blue?

Usually, if I take the time to listen, there will be a metaphorical gift or two for me in these bluesy moments, just as there are in the joyful moments. True to form, yesterday I noticed the gifts had arrived, I'm unwrapping them, turning them over, feeling the heft of each piece of wisdom. I have a feeling more are on the way.

But, and this is key, to get the gifts, I have to be listening.

So hey big ole infinitely wide and beautiful, strange and wonderful, dark and light universe ... I'm listening.