Lost, But Not Adrift
Something happened the other day that I'd like to share with you. As always I'll start by saying if I didn't experience these things first hand I'd probably be pulling faces, rolling my eyes or thinking this persons probably drinking too much coffee ? ๐ So if its not your thing, feel free to scroll, I get it.
So a little back story first so that it hopefully makes more sense, from the age of 5 I used to walk up the road ( yes times were different then, kids were free) looking up at the sky crying in frustration and asking god and spirit why they sent me here and why they never responded any more, like it was the most normal thing in the world, like there was a time we used to chat but now I was here they didn't speak to me anymore. I'd ask if this was my karma or if they were angry with me because i'd done something wrong . I'd be sobbing and saying sorry and asking for them to let me back home. Again at the time it seemed the most normal thing in the world but obviously it wasn't, we weren't a religious family in any way shape or form, nobody had spoken to me about any kind of god let alone spirit. As I got older, sometimes I felt connected other times disconnected and this has gone on throughout my entire life.
As those of you who follow may know, I’m not religious and don’t follow any organized religion, but I do believe in God, I pray, and I live a yogic life. Yoga is not a religion, it’s a way of living that emphasizes self-awareness, inner discipline, compassion, and connection with the divine. While religions are often built around specific doctrines, institutions, and beliefs, a yogic life is a personal practice focused on how we live, grow, and relate to ourselves, others, and the deeper reality of existence.
So for a long long time now, I've not only felt lost but also extremely disconnected.
I've been struggling for answers and it can often become overwhelming , so I stop searching for answers and just drift not knowing where i'm going or what i'm doing in the hope that everything will fall into place in time. But that's the problem it doesn't, nothing happens, drifting goes from weeks, to months to years, and now that I'm well on the other side of the piste and shooting down faster than a snowball identifying as a wheel of double gloucester at the Coopers Hill cheese rolling event, there feels more of an urgency.
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