Hi ,
As I sit in my chair….
Enjoying my coffee…
Getting ready for my day….
I notice…
Duty calls…
Desires beckon…
And most people have heaps too much of the first and almost none of the second…
So they are slaves….
Let me ask you….
When’s the last time - you enjoyed - more beckoning than you’re used to?
(Beckoning is an odd and lovely word isn’t it…)
Something that "beckons" - strongly draws or calls someone to become involved with it.
Like how a flower beckons a bee…
Or the sunlight a tree….
If you sit with me in the garden…
We can watch the leaves - follow the beckoning of the sun…
This all began when...
Sitting in the garden this past week…
On a one on one call we were exploring how…
Duty calls…
And how Desire beckons…
Desire beckons like a lover…
Eagerly awaiting….
Inviting you to de-light…
Suggesting a new dance is possible…
Out of the
blue...
Desire shows up unbeckoned, beckoning for us - to give into - to give desire - life.
Seems to me the world needs more of that…
Because most people I meet, need more of that….
On the other hand…
Duty calls….
Duty Demands….
And if we’re honest - duty happens pretty predictably…
What’s sneaky is that
“duty” is how a lot of folks - keep their lives - predictable - patterned.
Predictable to the human mind - means safe.
To the divine you - it’s a dream killer….
Because the Divine is “Instanteous and Spontaneous”.
To the duty driven - to those settling for seemingly safe…
Duty becomes the never-ending grind….
Grinding your dreams to death…
Then after another long day of duty….
Duty mentions casually, no matter how much duty you’ve done…
“I called, you didn’t pick up the phone.”
Or that you didn’t pick up fast enough…
Or that there’s just “one more thing” I need -
from you…
“You’re never there - for me….”
“Before I let you get on with whatever it was you were doing…”
Duty isn’t a lover, and it’s not lovely….
Duty is a nag…
Nagging, eating away at your soul.
Human sacrifice.
Duty-bound leads to a stone cold existence….
Duty bound takes the endless colours of nature, and turns them all into shades of dull
grey….
And eventually, the world and your life turns black and white….
Then one day you wake up, or look in the mirror…
And you notice…
The
joy of walking in the garden - even the thought of it - is gone.
Meanwhile…
Desire beckons you….
Like a lover…
And desire shows up unbeckoned….
Until desire dies….
Desires die - when you neglect them enough…
Desires die - when you Rationalize them - to death….
Desires die - you make your desires - dependant upon duty…
(Yes, that’s loopy… and no, it doesn’t work - ever.)
And once your desires die - life becomes - all about duties….
You do become - the sacrificial lamb…
After you’ve sacrificed your dreams…
And yes, some folks love being the one - who does the “right thing”.
The sacrificial lamb….
The duty driven….
Feels more like prostitution than passion to me….
And I’m a fan of passion….
I’m a fan of love…
Maybe you’ve noticed that…
So here we are…
I invite you to
dance more with us….
And it begins with a simple reply to this email….
I’m beckoning you…
Inviting you to a lovely way of loving and living life.
If that’s your cup of tea…
Click the reply button…
Tell me a bit about you or ask me anything…
I might invite you to something special or make a suggestion….
And I’ll always imagine lovingly….
And if you don’t want to reply and say hi, that’s okay too.
Where ever you are on your journey, no matter where you are going….
We can help….
TT and V
Coffee Time in Melbourne Australia
