Carrot on a Stick

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Sometimes, amidst all the struggle, it is not half bad to slide into this truth too.  With a snort and a shrug, I skip carefree on my path, at least for today, on this rainy afternoon.  Carrot firmly in hand.  Crunch crunch.

 

There is no spiritual carrot on a stick.

I have already achieved the ending,

Because I started there.

 

It’s not what I must do in this life,

But how I do it.

 

Remove pain

Remove pleasure

 

There is nothing I can do wrong

Except to be ignorant of the fact that I already have everything.

Promise myself never to fuss at my children? Critique myself? Judge another? What?

I would never do that.

Something else might do that,

But it would not be me.

 

It was just in my head,

Pretending to be me.

It was very loud, boasted authority

And I didn’t hear much else

So I thought it was me.

It told me to strive, to fight

It told me when I had done well

And when I had failed.

It told me I was spiritually incomplete,

But I was almost there.

It told me I was improving.

But all those improvements never happened

Because there was nothing to improve.

A false voice posing as me.

It wasn’t always there.

I must have tuned into it when I was little,

But I do remember a time without it, very very young.

 

There is nothing to do

Except what is right here in front of me,

Which needs to be done,

To have this experience.

 

I don’t have to grow

Or have visions

Or anything.

 

There isn’t even a journey.

A journey implies distance, duration, and an achievable goal or endpoint.

It’s not a journey,

It’s an awareness

And awareness comes with an experience.

 

Knowing the taste of strawberry ice cream

Requires the experience of eating it.

Knowing the feeling of the sand under my feet, the sun on my skin, the salty water on my face,

Requires the experience of walking on the beach, jumping into the ocean.

 

There is no journey in the ice cream or the beach,

Just an experience, providing an awareness.

 

I am not growing, I am not changing, I am experiencing.

It is more like my higher self is focusing its attention on experiencing a certain frequency of a certain density.

 

Am I ready for the next step?

There is no next step,

And yet, I am already there.

 

I will always be everything.

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About Andrea

My name is Andrea. I grew up on the east coast of Florida, yet throughout my life have bopped around to live in Wisconsin, Mississippi, California, Georgia, and at the moment Massachusetts. I am a wife and mother of three, the youngest having Down Syndrome. I love dancing, laughing, contemplating, travelling, deep conversation and reading. I am a spiritual explorer. And really, all of this description is just superfluous. Really I am just as we all are; Divine conciousness discovering itself, playing the game of life.

7 responses to “Carrot on a Stick

  1. Feels so good to check in and see that you are almost there! (hahahaha) All of these moment to moment experiences seem so much more vivid when there is no next thing to be on to. Hearing such wisdom in your words has the immediate effect of a deep breath and loosening of any tight holding spots in my body – Thank you! (I can’t quite make out what is making its way into the sun – perhaps that is the point – we are all the dead center sun sons and daughters experiencing!) xo! m

  2. Miss Kitty

    Why is it that you are focused on that spiritual carrot on a stick, and I’m still focused on that spiritual strawberry ice cream? Is it because I’m only looking for the sweet comfort, and not necessarily what is the healthiest? All I can say is, I enjoy your blog, and love what I experience from it.

    Love,
    Miss Kitty

  3. The rightness of the wrongness in the ignorance of the fact that I already have everything…

    ok, and there are days that I know I knew something, but I can’t quite remember and put my finger on it.

    How delightful the deeper peeks with and within A.

    —My retired neighbor came to the door to drop off something for N as I was typing this. He told me he can’t stay as he is taking his wife to ballroom dance lessons through the extension of the local community college. May I just mention he already has not one still moment in his body as he is advancing with Parkinson’s disease. Such grace and courage in the midst of REAL physical challenge. I think I am going to let my thoughts about my extra lbs melt away and go dig into some Tillamook bean ice cream with fresh strawberries cut up on it.

    I ALREADY HAVE EVERYTHING and dancing legs (that still more or less obey a health filled rhythm) to boot.

    -x.M

  4. That’s it. I’m taking tomorrow off and posting this on the outside of the office door, along with a brief note indicating that I’ll be taking a brief sabbatical into the endless realm of discovering who we already are. (Like she said.)

    Michael

  5. I’ll meet you in Florida Michael. Don’t forget your surfboard. ;)

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