Flow of Tao


I was just reading some of my favorite blogs. I came across this “wu wei” again. The art of wu wei, by doing nothing all will be done. Kudos to summersaid.

Excerpt from Go With The Flow

If person canoeing upon a river is paddling against, or across the current, he must exert a lot of energy. If the person turns his boat and point to move with the river’s current, he may need no action. He moves along effortlessly with the current., as the river “happens”.
Think  of the river current as a metaphor of how nature changes or flows. In Practicing Wu Wei one uses his experiential refined ability to recognize the way nature flows, and moves with it
Go with the Flow. Action in Harmony with the Tao and no action beyond that.
This is Wu Wei

Reminded me of this dream I had a while ago.

11/9/11
I can’t sleep. I believe my messengers visited me.
Some person’s and Rhea (she was a baby) went to this huge beautiful lake. It was calm and serene. We launched our wooden rafts and began our journey.
I was speaking to some of the other rafters and Rhea fell off the raft. I reached down into the water and grabbed her shoulder, moving my arm so as to get a grasp on her. I pulled her back on the raft.
That is when I noticed the other rafters’ were gone. We were alone.
The water was moving faster and I had to decide if I should turn back to the familiar and fight the current to get back to where we launched and the car awaited us.
It was also dusk and the water was playing tricks on me. I could not tell if I was making any progress.
I knew fighting the current would be hard as the obstacles to get through them the first time were daunting.
I decided to let the raft go with the flow, the current moving forward.
Going back was familiar but going forward had many unknowns.
Was there a huge cascading waterfall that would envelop us and take us over the edge ?
I no sooner thought it, we were swept up in a whirlwind of liquid energy. The waterfall vortex moved us swiftly and tossed and turned us, we separated.
When I came up from the bubbles I looked up to the bank and I saw Rhea there, she was older and she was being wrapped in white warm linens by complete strangers.
I woke up.

“If you prefer to go with the flow“, slipping like water around all types of physical and mental obstacles… you might be a Taoist.”

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The Wounded Healer


When you hear kids say, “talk to the hand”, there’s a reason for it. It’s an intuitive defense mechanism against the oncoming energies of emotion and mind. Quite clever really. The power of your own actions, attitudes, inner feelings, and ways is all you ever really have in this world.

via The Wounded Healer.

The Journey

I can remember fields of daffodils. We always had them around our little house in the country.

My mama would fill several jars with food coloring . The flowers would magically in our child like innocence transform into a rainbow variety of colors.


“There is no better time than right now.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don’t need money, Love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one’s watching.”

~Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

 

I can remember fields of daffodils. We always had them around our little house in the country.

My mama would fill several jars with food coloring . The flowers would magically in our child like innocence transform into a rainbow variety of colors.

The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.”  I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next Tuesday,” I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

“Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!”

My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.”  “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.
“But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”
“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, “Daffodil Garden.”  We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn.  “Just one woman,” Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking,” was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world . . .

“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said.

She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”

Author – Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting. . .
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die. . .

There is no better time than right now to be happy.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.