You’re hard-wired for wonder, for pausing to study sunsets and the afterglow of lightning flashing through the summer sky.
It’s really that simple.
And yet the same hard-wiring which allows for so much joy can also lead you on a merry chase for meaning, to drowning in mundania with no mystery in sight.
As easily as we’re entranced by the wondrous, we become depressed and disconnected when we fail to recognize it.
When we fail to recognize it.
I’m not exempt. After the umpteenth time sucking my thumb in the abyss of Why-The-Heck-Are-We-Even-Here, I’ve come back with this basic truth: sometimes we have to allow life to have meaning.Wonder is always there– you just have to give it an opening in your soul. Click To Tweet
But how? How do you reconnect, plug in, get into the flow, read the signs… when you’re smashed face-down at the bottom of the well?
Let me tell you a story:
Years ago I took a writing workshop with Tom Robbins, who wrote one of my favorite novels, Jitterbug Perfume.
During Q&A I mustered my fan-girl courage and asked: What do you do when you have nothing to write?
And Tom said (I’m paraphrasing here):
You show up. You show up at the same time, the same place, every day. You don’t go to the coffee shop or the library, hoping the muse can find you. You sit at your desk and you write. You’ll be sitting there working whenever she deigns to join you.
This same advice holds true when you’re connecting with the deeper mysteries of life—you show up.
You feel disconnected because you don’t give yourself a time and place to connect. Or you do it sporadically; if you only meet Mystery in the woods for the summer solstice, then that’s her only chance to connect with you for the whole year.
Church, synagogue, and the mosque are meant to be places where we reconnect with the greater mystery, but for many of us these institutions no longer spark the magic-meter.
Connection is deeply personal.
For me it’s tapping into the universal symbols of the collective unconscious. When I engage at this level, I feel like I’m backstage watching the mechanics behind the show, supported by a crew and cast, buoyed by hard work, joint venture, and the laughter of the after-party.
When I unplug myself from the deeper layers of my psyche, I start to lose my way, feeling disconnected and despairing. I feel alone… and sometimes I even forget how to love.
We have so many tools for tapping into the Universe, the Divine, our God-selves. For years I had to wrangle my East-Coast-Intellectual-Snobbery as it attempted to put the kibosh on tarot and astrology, dream-weaving and journey work.
But when I get truth-and-bones honest with myself, these visual tools are my best way in.When I ignore the Mystery, I ignore my true self. Click To Tweet
I can’t ignore the innermost part of me that longs for connection and that can see the fine filaments of kinship running from myself to all things, giving meaning to this crazy thing called life.
Making time for Mystery is not only making time for me, it’s making time to make life matter and to remember…You're hard-wired for wonder. Click To Tweet
Floral Support: Essential Oils are a perfect bridge. Use them when you are connecting to Mystery, whether you meditate, read tarot cards, walk the labyrinth, do journeywork, journal, garden…. Choose the scents that allow you to sink deep into yourself. My favorites: lotus (incredibly rare), palo santo, and vetiver.
If you knew that a meeting with Mystery was your key to health and happiness, that you were hard-wired for wonder and needed a daily fix, how would you get it?
Tell me in the comments!