If I could truly stop struggling, refraining from trying to figure it out and understand, there wouldn’t be any harm–especially to myself.  If I could absolutely allow the river of goodness to take me through the beauty of the forest, I could relax and breathe in the rich green sweet fragrance of my life.

But so much of me is a warrior.  So much of me is like Michael–ready for the thrill of battle and the contest.  Unlike Arjuna, there is a righteousness inside me that is ready to take everyone onto the field, to arm wrestle a best practice, to debate the validity of a contract–and on and on.

Still the lavender-skinned Krishna has a message for me: “Is this your dharma?  If so–go to it!  If no, let the river of life lead you to the game of your life.”  When I struggle, this is not necessary my place.  And sometimes I need to struggle to find that place–like Arjuna.  We don’t hear much of his battle, except (I think) that his side won. 

It is his intriguing conversation revealing the Highest of All, the Glorious One, the Magnificent that is the story.  Thus even the distraction of my wandering mind and rebellious feelings invite the Friend into my heart for a debate.

He always wins with a smile, and today I lean into His strength as I let him drive the chariot.