Surrendering my Contain-er…as if my love were within me, contained, to be dolled out only in the right circumstances and to the right people…surrendering she who controls and meters out the when and the how much…surrendering my Contain-er.
My new Practice – similar to ‘random acts of kindness’ – a kind of deliberate, willful mischief of infusing random moments and random passers-by with heart, love, inspiration, invitations to play in the moment…asking people their stories until their light shines…hugging random strangers who look lonely…inviting a solitary person to join us at our table or movie seat…surprising people with a depth of loving kindness beyond what they imagined socially available…making good trouble…deliberate, willful mischievous acts of loving.
…sending out ripples of this energy into the pool of Great Order…
There’s no where to go, nowhere to be, nothing to get done. Why not give this kind of love? I give up my Contain-er. If once upon a time my Observer watched and felt sad at what I saw, this is my Observer standing as Creator, sending ripples of mischievous Love into the field.
What else is there better to do with a lifetime?