Oops. Surprise.
Credit for the title and the inspiration for this blog post goes to Anne Gehman of annegehmanart.com.
A few weeks ago, Anne and I gathered to collaborate for a workshop that wound up being cancelled. Oops. During that collaboration, my heart felt heard. I am so grateful for you, Anne. She articulated the potency of the oops moments, “the accidents”, and how the surprise arises in those moments. To be honest, I mostly feel fear in my body when I hear oops or surprise. My body wants to know. I’m learning to chant the heart sutra when fear arises. Or at least the portion I memorized. It’s the part that I both love and feel resistance towards.
Not born, not destroyed; not stained, not pure, without loss, without gain.
On Feb 1, I meant to delete my personal Instagram account and accidentally, I deleted my professional instagram account. Oops. Though in that moment, there was so much freedom. I felt relieved to not need to perform a certain way on that forum. So, I enjoyed the surprise of the moment and decided to keep my WallyAtticus Instagram handle. After all, my boys are the heart of my home.
Things happen. At different rates, at different times. The heart is the timekeeper. Understanding this, living from this place is wise. I hope I am aging into wisdom with grace and as much clarity as I can muster from moment to moment.
May you be well.