Spiritually Constipated?

Even before our eyes open, the barrage begins.

Obligatory onuses race through our minds placing mountains in our path toward the sun. Unwittingly, our shoulders ascend and constrict, our jaw becomes rigid, our muse is told once again that there won’t be any time for dreaming today.  Thus is the life of a non-spirit farter.

Full speed ahead →→→→→→→→→→→

Maybe if we work faster? Maybe harder? Maybe then it will slow down? Maybe if we continue to ignore our precious muse, she’ll quit reminding us how pertinent she is for our soul to sing? Maybe if we just had MORE TIME? Maybe a Xanax would help? Maybe not.

As if there were a way out or some place to “get to” we scramble through an ever winding labyrinth of lies. Everyone lying to each other. Everyone thinking that they are the only one that feels incomplete.

We are running a race that isn’t even ours to win.

That is no way to live.

Maybe there is another way? There is always another way, yet we become so comfortable with what doesn’t work that our perception of a malleable reality no longer exists. Somewhere between the vastness of conception and the singularity of “NO” we forget that the choice has always been ours to make. Have we forgotten the simple fact that we are not here trudge through a pathetic existence?

WE ARE HERE TO EXPERIENCE LIFE!

So, how? You begin by discovering yourself again.  Now, before you scoff and disregard self-discovery as just some hippie-dippie BS let’s think for a moment about existence….. Existence IS creation. Creation IS perfection. Why then, for even a second, would you honor the idea that you are not perfect?  The singular fact that you exist PROVES your perfection. It’s rather audacious actually to think that you are somehow different from all of creation. You, and only you, somehow missed out on the perfection gene.

It’s honestly absurd to think that you are ANYTHING other than perfection.

I think that’s worth discovering.

So let’s get back on the bus Gus and dive a little deeper into your perfection. Discovering a whole “you” might seem scary. Maybe you have tapped your toe in that water before and you didn’t like what you felt, so you froze and retreated, only to find the familiar comfort of mistrusting yourself once again. Maybe you’ve never even tried.

Wherever you are on your path is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

I like to break self discovery into baby steps. (I’m an anxious person. I can get overwhelmed. Baby steps are what work for me.) I call these baby steps Spirit Farts. Spirit Farting isn’t easy. It is however, necessary to the discovery of self. It’s a quirky term, sure. But getting hung up on labels never turns out well, in my opinion. So go with it, and who knows, you might someday be able to talk to your teenager about mindfulness using fart metaphors.

Where do we start? We trust our intuition to lead us where we need to go. We learn how to Spirit Fart. We have fun.

A great point to remember if you are just starting on your spirit farting path – doing anything with a piss-poor attitude brings failure and demise and misery. Leave the ego at the door, for realz.