I don’t know the answers.

I really don’t. Not for me, certainly not for you. That’s not how things work in my world. I’m suspicious of those who do claim to know.

(Unless the answer actually is 42. A geeky nod to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. If I recall, the computer spits this out in response to “what is the meaning of life?”. Helpful, eh? Sometimes having the answers isn’t all it’s cracked up to be!)

The reason I write about my journey instead of the 11 steps to this or that, is because the one thing I’m certain of is the plot unfolding before my eyes.

The news channels claim to know. Know who is right, who is wrong. Who the victims, the villains, and the heroes are. Then you flip the channel and then somehow the villain and the hero are reversed. Weird. 🤔

Guess who else claims to know? Cult leaders. Advertisers. High pressure sales people. Teenagers.

I find nature to be much more trustworthy.

I was out for my walk today and heard quite a ruckus. Geese gone wild. I couldn’t see what was happening, but it brought to mind a scene my friend and I witnessed recently that looked like the goose version of a gang war. It was a full-on attack with some of them chasing others away.

I remember wanting to know what was going on. Who should I root for? Who were the good guys? I never did find out. Probably because it was not that simple. Is it ever?

While my mind wants to know the answers and to put all the players in nice, tidy boxes with clear labels, it’s often disappointed. Some things just aren’t knowable. Not when it comes to the Mystery of Life.

Once I began to accept this reality of not knowing, it became clear that my soul does know. It just doesn’t always deign to convey the info to me! But it gives me the clues I need for this moment.

Not what is RIGHT in the absolute sense. Not what is right for you. Not what would have been the right thing to do 15 years ago or will be right in the future.

But what is right, in this moment. It has a palpable feeling. A softening, a leaning in, a knowingness that this person, car 😉, decision, situation feels good at this time.

I believe that my body is my access point for my soul’s wisdom. That by inhabiting my body and learning to decode her messages, I can better interpret my soul assignments.

But how? you might be wondering.

By dropping in, spending time, befriending my body, and paying attention.

But how?

First of all, know that this is a journey in and of itself. You’re wanting access to your body’s wisdom and your soul’s guidance; that cannot be hacked. It starts by showing up for yourself, day by day, every day.

There is no finish line. No crushing it. And absolutely no accolades. Your reward is a deep sense of peace, knowing you’re being shown your own path. For me, that is enough to keep going, but you won’t know until you try.

I recorded a practice of just this. The audio is a choose-your-own-adventure with four separate, stackable parts that are each about 5 minutes long. You get to decide if you want a 5, 10, 15, or 20 minute visitation with yourself.

You can stop after the first segment, or continue on.

You can stop after the second segment, or continue on.

You can stop after the third segment, or continue on to the end. Don’t plan to be productive afterwards if you go all the way.

This practice is something I do before bedtime to help me sleep. It is a blend of a variety of somatic, psychospiritual, and metaphysical techniques. When I was deciding how to format this to maximum accessibility, the four segment approach popped into my head and resonated. So here you have it, a brand new guided visualization just for you!

Give it a try and strengthen your capacity to find your own answers. Your soul knows. Your job is to listen.

Note that there is at least one flub in this recording. Towards the end, I say “humerus” even though I am well aware that the thigh bone is the femur. Sigh. The amount of effort required to correct this is much greater than the discomfort of allowing a mistake to be witnessed. This is exactly the type of growth available to you by doing this type of work.

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