It can’t always be about planning the day, the trip, the year-end goals.
It can’t always be about processing the past, learning from my missteps, forgiving myself for not being perfect.
It can’t always be about nurturing those around me.
Sometimes -- to feel entirely alive in this breath -- it has to be about nothing less than FLAT-OUT WONDER.
I’m talking about those moments when time could stop and I’d be alright with that. Those times when rather than trying to hold it all together in formation, I let it all go. The clenched muscles in my shoulders finally release and worries dissipate like morning mist.
Maybe we each have a personal bliss formula, and -- if we could just identify the components -- we could trigger, expand and sustain those moments of heightened consciousness?
What are some elements of MY personal bliss formula?
*Vast vistas, ancient trees, rushing water, sparkling waves, saturated sunsets, the oceans of awareness in a newborn’s eyes.
*People around me who are loyalty, compassionate, generous, kind, eager to learn, expand, explore, PLAY.
*Holding and being held by someone I not only love beyond expression, but someone I admire and respect -- someone I can learn from who is open to learning from me.
*Talking with someone that I’m so in sync with that we rise and roam on almost musical riffs, explode into fireworks of new insights, and laugh until our sides hurt.
*Silence so profound that it feels like time just slammed on the brakes. In the silence -- since time is suspended for a moment and there’s no falling behind -- I can stop chasing the next task. It’s a time-out -- time in the hammock of silence.
*Writing when the words and the analogies choose themselves and at the same time refine and expand my thinking. I believe truer artists than myself create because they lose consciousness of time. In the passion of creating, I think an artist slips the chains of time constraints and limitations -- for a little while.
*Watching someone’s face change when they realize they don’t have to feel stuck in life. They can return to the childlike pursuit of a fabulous life of their own design.
*GRATITUDE… without the caveats that begin with “except for…” Gratitude for the people who love us, the stories we’ve lived and the stories we will live, for the sky, the rain, the sudden smile -- for being alive in this breath.
That’s a good start. I know for you the list will be entirely different and may require symphonies, or dance floors, or bungee cords or stadiums, or millions of dollars to advance a cause.
My personal bliss formula includes eight elements so far and, as it happens, none of them necessarily require heavy funding. What they require is time and practice. It takes focus and practice for me to implement the formula.
The question is how frequently can I beam up to my virtual mountaintop and soar with the eagles for awhile?
Not all the time, just often enough that I get the panoramic view where priorities crystallize and higher purpose is served upon re-entry.
Gotta go now. Time in the hammock of silence is calling.