Nose to the Grindstone & Foaming at the Bit

It’s not that I think my nose is too big. But keeping it to the grindstone seems to have its benefits. Once in awhile, resent rears its head when I feel disgusted with the grimy tasks of living my life, of keeping my boat afloat. I catch myself imagining that my life should be other than it is. I am comparing and judging. Or I am nearly foaming at the bit. All of which, if you have not observed for yourself, do not feel particularly good.

Those very tasks I come to resent and judge, keep me focused, my life in perspective, and, best of all, continually attuning, refining and opening to what else wants expression through me. My nose on the grindstone is my opportunity to see close up and actual the forms I am engaged in. It is the chance to accept what is, deal with it, and make a change.

Foaming at the bit has benefits, too. For me it brings the message that it is time to move on. It is either a vast doorway, or a tiny but illumined crack letting in the beckoning light – the beacon of what is next. So, if I listen well, my gut will provide the details. This is a dance of living in form. Informed!