Connected

I am often amazed at how hard I must work to be connected to my Spirit. How easy it is for my higher self to slumber for days, weeks and even months. Sometimes only awakening a handful of times over the course of a year. How can that be when Spirit is our true essence? It's almost like the cat that thinks its a dog. Or the child who is still wearing his Halloween costume in May. Perfectly content to be but a mirage of our true selves.

Maybe content is not the right way to put it. That would imply that I don't feel as if something is missing when I've turned the volume down so low that I must strain to hear the whisper of my Higher Self. And yet even though I know that life is better when I am whole, I still so often live from a fraction. Retraction into the mental and physical planes, allowing myself to be disconnected.

How strange that it takes so much work to be what I already am- a spiritual being on a human journey. Seriously. When a horse is carrying a rider through the woods, does he forget that he's a horse. Does he think he is the rider? Or does he become the trail? Being one with the world around you is one thing. But forgetting that you exist is another entirely.

And it's not that I don't want to be connected. And it's not that I don't want to be guided by Spirit in everything I do. It's just that in the moments of daily life, when I'm bogged down by my body and held hostage by my mind, I can't seem to remember to turn on the Light. So I'm writing this as a reminder to myself, and perhaps to you too if you empathize with my plight, that it is a whole lot easier to see and move when the lights are on.

Stop fumbling around in the dark, groping for what you think might be there. Instead, turn on the light of your Spirit and see how the illumination can change your whole world.