But where does it come from? What exactly is your wisdom? And can it really be wild?
Yesterday, after being in the meditation sanctuary early in the morning, someone else who had been there approached me.
“Excuse me, I noticed you scribbling in your notebook in the meditation. What were you writing?”
I was surprised, but delighted to be asked. “It’s wisdom words that come from a different place than my personality,” I replied, “I sort of hear them often in meditation, and so I thought it would be a good idea to write them down. It sets me up for the day; sometimes problems get resolved; other times I gain an insight that allows movement in a situation. I never know what will happen.”
She looked bemused. “Try it,” I encouraged her. “Just get very still inside and see what happens.”
Afterwards I reflected on where this had come from in my own life, and how I’d written about it in my soon to be published book, Gifted By Grief. Here’s an extract:
How often do you pay attention to it, or act on its advice? If you’re in a pickle of some kind, I can guarantee this will be the one thing that will get you out of it, for it’s only when we quieten down enough to realize that who we are really IS the wisdom itself, and not the bodymind personality, that access is gained to this source.
Try it next time you’re needing to solve a problem, change a situation or just want some clarity. Stop whatever you’re doing and soften. Ask for insights. Wait. Discover what is wanting to be found.