Some days life seems to hum along nicely. Everything in its proper order. Children and husband happy. Easy going laughter and smiles filling the summer air with jovial togetherness. Just how I like it. Contented sighs escaping my Mona Lisa lips in a self-satisfied and ever so smug impersonation of the famous painting.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the mood shifts. Usually one of two culprits are the catalysts but the tides change swiftly none the less. It has been my lesson in this life to learn to detach from situations in which I have no control. It is a difficult lesson for a mother who craves peace and harmony within her home and amongst her family. Conflict of any kind feels like a "screw" searing through my solar plexus, bringing turmoil and wrecking havoc in my body physically, as well as mentally and emotionally. I am getting better at surfing life's waves, taking them in my stride instead of plummeting to the depths of despair. But it will continue to be a lesson that requires my constant vigilance and consistent practice.
The nature of life is movement and change. Chaos crashes in where peace reigned supreme just moments before. This is nothing new. It has been this way since the beginning of time. If we did not know chaos, how could we treasure peace? Moving effortlessly between these two paradigms may or may not be part of my journey. Coming back to balance and letting go of the resistance to "what is" happening at any given moment is always a choice I can make for myself. And by making this choice for myself and myself only, I am doing what I can to shift the energy for my entire family and all of our ancestors and descendants in all directions of time. What could be more powerful than that?