EUGENE, OR—I awoke to the smell of smoke. “A campfire,” my mind said in its early morning fog, but I quickly realized there weren’t any campgrounds or dispersed spots close enough to be smellable.
“Someone burning trash between here and Sisters,” my mind stated oh so confidently.
Minds are so cocky that way—such know-it-alls. Always stating theories as truth.
Still, I’m not one to live in fear, so I went about my morning routine. An hour later a smoky haze could be seen high up in the trees, and though I couldn’t see a wildfire cloud, I figured this sweet, forested camping spot—a pleasant home for the last few days—was toast. Toast not because I expected it to burn, but because my mind would be constantly asking about the condition of the fire.
As a mystic, I believe that there is an Intelligence operating behind everything. So when the river of Life becomes turbulent, I take this turbulence as a sign. A sign that it’s time to let go of whatever I’m clinging to and flow with the River. To flow with Life.
So I got in the van and I drove off.
Surrendering to the flow of Life is such a simple concept—and it’s a beautiful way to live.
It’s also an excellent spiritual practice.