Some days I feel swept forward by the force of life–whether I consent to it or not. What I need to remember and notice is that there never was control, only an idea about it, and a preference for it. Yes, occasionally conversations, situations, or days go as I “would like” them to–just often enough for me to want to grab on to the concept that I have control, that I am in charge of “my” life.

Ha! All that is required is to see what is true now, in my direct experience. My arm just scratched my shoulder. No plan. These words spill out on the screen without forethought; I had no idea what I might write about when I sat down at my desk.

Just to notice…

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
photo credit by Simon Littlejohn