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by Tama Kieves
(This is an excerpt from an article I just released in my e-newsletter. Want a copy? Get it here)
The ego has a thousand goals. Are they really yours?
The fast-track Western world reveres productivity, measured by what we “get done.” But I invite you to consider becoming undone, letting go of ill-fitting self-definitions, freeing yourself from beliefs and patterns, becoming naked, available, and present to your present life. The Universe wants to talk to you. Do you want to listen?
Sometimes you have to stop scoring points in the life you have in order to win at the life you desire. A Course in Miracles teaches, that “the vision of one world will cost you the vision of another.” Albert Einstein said the same thing: “You cannot solve the problem at the level of the problem.” Are you so busy maintaining the structures of your existing life, that you can’t hear when Great Love is calling your name?
We don’t always realize what we’re not getting done by getting things done.
The other day, I decided to give myself a mini-retreat on my back porch. I’d hurt my neck so I thought maybe I should drop my tasks and spend the day listening to my body and myself. Immediately I heard a perky voice within dictating glamorous, acceptable ways to relax. Maybe you should go to a spa and get a hot stone massage. Hey, you could read that new book about scaling your business. Since you’re not on the computer today, why not organize your meditation space? Even in the domain of my time off, I had a checklist waiting to devour me. I spent the day in a ratty tee shirt instead, “doing nothing,” being, listening, and receiving. It was one of the most productive days I’ve had in a while.
I played with silence and it fed me. I consciously slowed down. Escaping from a usual feisty business day, I remembered, again, there is more my soul needsto get done than any “to do” lists contain. I always hunger for real life, not the mass marketed “get real” life. I want to see the dawn caress the Taj Mahal and feel the spices, centuries, voices, and truth in the air. I want to smell the wild honeysuckles taking over the wooden fence, knowing I only have a bucket full of summers here on earth. I want to taste life, seize moments that will live inside me forever. I am a jewel thief greedy to collect rare and shiny moments.
In rebellious chunky penmanship, I wrote in my journal, “I am not going to answer emails today.” (I am a pathetic anarchist.) I want to know and love myself. This I won’t regret on my deathbed. Because I may not know what I want to be remembered for, but I know it’s not this: She always got back to people within 48 hours. And she had excellent punctuation.”
That day, doing nothing, I ended up writing, soothing the cells in my body, forgiving myself for a hundred choices of forgetting, cradling a part of me who’d suffered disappointments, and falling in love with myself, the endless capacity of the mind and heart to heal itself, and the Universe who led me all day long to discover the ways I’d been led all of my life long.