Nothing To Return To

 

Nothing to return to:

there is nothing to return to, no normal life where I belong - without rush I find myself only in this moment, accepting the certainly that the world belongs exactly as it is right now. With equal grace I know that this too will change, life being motion, and that my own acceptance of the moment may shift to strong desires. Everything belongs. 

it's about relaxing, as I am and as things are, right now - there is no reason for things to be imagined otherwise, or that I am able to manipulate reality to fit my will. This is reality, present moment always, and it's constant in surprise, never once truly repeated, life in its full allowing nature. Of course I don't always find myself aligned with what's appearing, wishing more for a sense of ease than accepting what is found. That's just the way it happens, getting caught up in the currents of my mind. But again, and as often as it appears, I find myself relaxing in the faith of all that's given, there is no escape from now, life will continue offering itself through infinite fashion - and this is my acceptance. 

so this is it, for now my life includes the disorder of the virus, a certain amount of fear and a great deal of unknown circumstances sure to be appearing. It's the reality of the moment and no amount of wishing for a previous way of living will return it as before. But it's changing, things are already shifting to new reality of the moment and it's this very motion that gives me cause to carry on. Things will soon be other than they are right now. There is no past for my return, just the acceptance of this moment, continuous in process - it's here, always, where I belong. 

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Peace, Eric