There’s only one rule that I know of, babies…

I’ve been a bit quiet of late. I suppose this could be called a time of recuperation or integration after my extended stay in China, although it could just as easily (and probably more honestly) be called “tired.”

No matter the label I attach to it, it has been a time of reflection both in my internal and external work. The lack of energy has made me notice the lack of synchronicity between my “feeling” and my awareness. My awareness, so far as I can tell, has been undiminished — outer synchronicities continue to occur and be noticed, manifestations may have even picked up their pace, and I continue the removal of energetic detritus as I encounter it. That said, I haven’t been feeling particularly motivated to do a whole lot about it, instead merely existing through things and acknowledging what comes up. I would imagine my outer affect has been rather neutral or unengaged, despite my inner world being as lively as ever.

This cycle isn’t a new one, of course. We all go through it after times of radical experience and energetic exchange. I am just enjoying the experience of being conscious of it and allowing the outward “lull in the action” to be whatever it is. Even when I have tried to force things, the Universe has stepped in to put on the brakes. Sick anchoring/channeling partners, last minute daddy duties, and falling asleep way earlier than anticipated have all played their role dutifully in keeping me out of active engagement for the past couple weeks. And I’m thankful for that, by and large. It’s given me time to let the lessons sink in, and to let my body rest (something I’m not terribly good at).

As my action figure has gone through the proverbial motions, one lesson has poked me jovially in the ribs a number of times, a golden oldie at that. As Kurt Vonnegut put it so well: “There’s only one rule that I know of, babies-‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.'”

In our daily expressions, this one is foundational even to the foundation. It’s also easy to forget when we’re running on fumes. Take time to smile at a stranger, comment on the cashier’s hair, tip really well, hold the door for someone or just let someone cut in front of you in traffic. These simple acts of kindness remind us of who we are at our core, beyond the weary body or foggy mind. They are elemental illustrations of the goodness of the Universe inside and out: both of which are the very stuff we’re made of.

With that in mind, I’ll close with a simple and sincere “I love you. I hope that you experience a truly wonderful weekend. I would love to hear about it soon.”

Be well.