There is the grid, and then there is off the grid.
There is the plan that the mind constructs about how we will make a living and the kind of person we hope to love; the families we will make, and where and how we will live—and there is the soul’s plan.
Mind occupies itself with the way things should have been and the way things are. It struggles to remain on course, certain that if it can just get back to the original plan, all will be made right again.
The earth will turn and the sun will shine in its favor.
This is how I came to find myself living in a town where cows walk freely down main street side by side with wily street dogs and chickens, gratefully doted on by pilgrims dressed in white. Each morning they stretch and rise and face the day, perhaps hoping to discover where or why things went off course.
They seek the map that will show them how to reconnect the dots. To sort out what pulled life off course: the marriage that broke loose, the bank account that came up empty. The dopamine response that went on strike, the eyes that won’t see, the legs that stopped obeying when it was time to wash up the dinner dishes.
To understand why once healthy cells would stage a mutiny against the host.
Eventually, they come learn that this IS the course. That this is what they’d planned all along. Suddenly the sun changes course and begins to rotate around the earth. The universe looks on from the horizon and nods and smiles:
Recommended Reading: Your Soul’s Plan, by Robert Schwartz