No Need to Control
From No Word for Time – The Way of the Algonquin People, by Evan T. Pritchard (Council Oak Books: San Francisco; 2001). pp. 114-115
“There’s no need to control everything in a world where things work together without your controlling them. There’s no need to be anxious when the more you fight, the less the “magic” which makes things turn out beautifully can work. If you believe in the ongoing falling together of things, you can relax within yourself, you can stop hurrying, stop pushing, stop rushing, and simply let things be. That doesn’t mean you get lazy, because a lot of things may want to fall together at any moment, and the plan definitely involves you, the tool of the Creator, to make it happen.
“When a joke or story makes us laugh, it is because something surprises us when two statements or things fall together. When the light finally dawns and we see how two parts of our lives fit together in ways we didn’t see before, that is the same thing.
“Creation happens by itself, but it includes you as part of it. Don’t tell spirit what to do, let Geezoolgh (Creator] tell you what you can do and if you listen and follow the wind from spirit, you will see yourself as one of those pieces falling together. It’s a beautiful feeling to be like a red leaf in autumn, swaying, floating gently on the wind and then landing in just the right spot.
“The natural world falls together: the poison plant grows near its antidote in most cases. All things are inter-related in such a profound way, there’s no end to it. But when the people stop fighting nature and start flowing along with its way, they too can find their lives falling into place in many ways at once. The far-flung parts can fit together because they came from the same source in the beginning of Creation and still fit even today.
“The medicine people say the love is what heals us, it is love that fills the Creator. Love is not something you can define, but we say young people “fall” into it; maybe there’s meaning behind this expression, for love brings people together by their affinities. In a village full of young people, girls and boys, it’s likely that over time the ones that are wrong for each other will drift apart and the ones that are right for each other will fall together and maybe fall in love. It is a wonderful thing, it is a joyous magic. Let’s not forget how beautiful this is.”
— I have been reading this book, by Evan T. Pritchard, and discovered this excerpt over the weekend. The book itself is focused on native wisdom and Evan’s experience rediscovering his roots and his medicine in the Micmac traditions.
I actually met Evan this spring when he came through Maryland in April to lead a “Landkeeper” [https://marecromwell.wordpress.com/2011/04/25/the-landkeeper-society/] workshop in Columbia. Two days after the workshop, he gave his time and energy in offering a beautiful burial ceremony for my cat Max. We have become friends since.
This excerpt on pp. 114 – 115 is such a statement about our American culture. Our dysfunctional culture has this need to control our lives and the world around us. So many of us have disassociated ourselves from a greater sense of spirit and our soul-calling to serve spirit or Creator. Hence this native approach to surrendering and knowing that we are a tool of Creator and can trust is so challenging. And yet when we do start to understand our relationship with spirit and our higher calling to serve we can learn. Trusting only takes one step and then another in that direction until we have the faith and know we are carried in the trust leap.
This passage is quite poignant for me personally. Finally, at age 52, I believe I’m starting to understand this way of being, this way of allowing Creation to work through me so that each day is one of trusting what Creation is asking me to do to serve. This is a very humbling journey and one of beauty and magic. People come into my life to share the wisdom I need to hear. I drive to a friend’s house spontaneously to offer some healing support. It all comes through me and is completely not about my silly little ego or anything related to that.
I am finally realizing that we are always carried when we open ourselves up it. That is the truth. And it becomes a beautiful dance in the trust leap as we continue to listen and honor and embrace it. I am learning this.
This winter after leaving my ex-teacher, a medicine woman with whom I studied for fourteen years, I have meditated and prayed for many hours. I have sat in stillness practically every day to try to tune into my God-space/higher self and listen. And in listening, I have been called to sweat with a Mohawk man several times in New York State. I have been called to tend the Sacred Fire for a young part-native man to go on a four-day vision quest.
An ancient Grandmother Oak has called me to spend time with her at a retreat center in West Virginia. And I have been called to sell my house. Where exactly I will move is not a certainty. I’m just listening and following the guidance.
I’m learning to trust that just because I don’t have the answer right now does not mean that I will not have it tomorrow or the next day.
There are those around me who have a difficult time understanding this level of uncertainty in my life. An old boyfriend from my twenties was critical of me then since I did not have a clear five or ten year plan established with specific career goals. We parted ways after eight months.
Just recently a distant friend described my life as ‘chaos’. I smiled at her and responded that surely it must be ‘sacred chaos’ then. She grinned back and shared how she volunteers to take care of a Quaker cemetery in downtown Baltimore, and just two nights before she had experienced a magical evening that might be called ‘sacred chaos.’ It was dusk on a lovely June evening and a thick sprinkling of fireflies had appeared. They glittered against the backdrop of tall mature trees in the darkening sky with the pale tombstones in front of them. She felt the sacredness of the evening with the stillness of the cemetery illumined by tiny flitting orbs on insect wings.
Sacred chaos. I’m not a physicist but aren’t more of them realizing how much Chaos Theory is behind life and energy movement in this amazingly divine Universe?
Sacred chaos. Isn’t that really just surrendering to an intentionality that is far wiser and transcendent than we are? Isn’t this how Creator wants us to live? To understand the divine energies are always there to support us in this Great Mystery of existence and we are part of the magical web of it all? To just let go and allow it to carry us?
As the slight evening breeze carries the fireflies to their heights of beauty, maybe I, too, am learning to surrender to what is so much greater than I am in this divine experience. Just maybe.