The day I was told I was laid off from my teaching position was a day I had feared for years, and yet, when it happened, I felt a profound sense of freedom. No longer caught in a whirlwind of papers and lesson plans, I finally had time to sit under the Australian pines and look at the water. The world had not ended – only the mad race of which I had been a part. I remembered natural rhythms as the wind played and the water moved and my soul felt peace.
The cage for my security had burst open and the solid presence of my soul’s path emerged, unhindered, unpaved. I felt fear and elation; would I dare step forth into the life of my choosing? Yes! I would move to a home where I could work the land and cultivate food, preserving what’s in season. Bits and pieces of homemaking and volunteering I had scrounged to fit in before, could now stretch out and take bloom. I would clear out unneeded belongings, set up simple routines and help others in need. Yes, I would do all of this.
To my wonder, resuming my tutoring business, a livelihood more in alignment with my gifts and calling, freed up my time and energy, bringing to the surface feelings that had been submerged for years. Now I could deal with them. I could sort through tangled thoughts as well, come to terms with them, clear the path and start anew.
I am still amazed at how easy it is to be happy when one is doing what one likes and is attuned to, and how easily things flow, outside of structures that are artificially construed.