My heart likes to do tricks in the morning. I pay it no attention. Let it do the fast elevator down. It’s trying to grab and trick me into excitement. I might be a slow learner, but I’m onto it now. Though I like to dawdle in the warmth of my bed, I rise and greet the day. It is still dark at 7 o’clock.
I smell fresh coffee perking. The aroma is enough to satisfy me. I know its tricks, too. It is in cahoots with my heart, trying to get me going. I make my Chai, strong and sweet. I savour its spicyness. It is enough. My heart beats its regular rhythm – no more elevator rides. It’s best not to think too much, to analyze and figure out the why of everything. It’s not always wise to get to the bottom of things. The bottom might fall out if you figure out all life’s riddles.
I have to leave things alone, let the mystery rest. Quite often, there is no mystery or reason. It just is. I have found that difficult to accept. I’m such a contradiction, you know. I HAVE to know. I HAVE to understand. Why? Why? Why? is my lament. I’m quite tired and worn out with my ceaseless ruminating. Now, I’m trying to be more accepting of the universe.
Yesterday, I stepped into Alice’s Wonderland for 15 minutes. I attended her tea party with the March Hare, the Mad Hatter and the Dormouse. The conversations were fascinating, remarkable and nonsensible. As I listened, I heard familiarities to real live conversations I’ve had. I recognized myself in Alice, always interrupting and demanding things to make sense. Her whys were answered with why nots. And indeed, why not? You might as well figure out life’s riddles with a fiddle.
Less ruminating and thinking for me. More doing and sweating. Those are new goals for me this month. No pain. No gain. I HAVE to heed my own words and PUSH forward, live life in the present lane – 15 minutes at a time. You can stand anything for 15 minutes, right?
You can travel a fair distance in 15 minutes even within the normal speed if you don’t dawdle, window shop or stop for coffee, I am pleasantly surprised at how much I can write, tidy up and read in that short time. Yesterday, I attended Alice’s tea party, met the King and Queen of Hearts and her whole troupe in that time. It is not always how hard or long I push. The key lies in my focus and steadfastness.
Different ways work for different folks. What works for me might not work for you. You have to fiddle and solve your own riddles. My songs and mantras make sense to me, but you will have to march to the beat of your own drum. And that is a blessing. Wouldn’t it be a dull world if there’s only one way, one tune, one beat? There will be no sound with one hand clapping. You have two of them. Use them both and clap with ferver. Clap with glee.
Don’t start a revolution. Instead, create a solution.