We’re here for some reason to mix it up.  People, things, places, trees–mix it up.  We have the illusion of control on some things, like who we mix with, how we mix, but inevitably some new element comes in the mix.  A big black young man in a Southern white family, a cat and a dog, two very different people knocking heads, a night person trying to stumble through the early morning, aliens living among humans.

Ok, I’m not completely awake here, but lately I’m seeing how life just mixes us up, and our contract and vision of being here is to be ok with the mix.  So what if your cubicle neighbor yells at you?  So what if you’re called on to referee?  So what if misunderstandings create anguish and wounding?  So what if someone intrudes on your life?  How do we navigate through uncertainty?  How are we comfortable with a new mix? 

Better yet, how can I be comfortable with ease, serenity and satisfaction?

It’s always about a better question, never about any answers.  Maybe the Prime Creator is up there laughing out loud at all of us curious angels playing in this glorious lovely mud!