Change is Child's Play

By: Liza Fuchs

It seems as if we humans go back and forth on the subject of "change" in our lives; when things are going well, we want them to stay that way, however, when we're unhappy, we long for "something, anything" to change. For the past several years, I've longed for change. I thought it would come by way of circumstances outside of me... if just the "right" thing would happen (and my Mind knew quite well what that should be), then I would be happy. My mind was strong and smart, and had it all figured out, no problem. Now, if everyone else would just get their act together and start co-operating.

Then, very slowly - thanks, Luis, for your ruthless repetition, and patience! - I began to understand that this change was about me, not everyone else. Change is rooted in feeling, beyond just the words that feed the intellect. It's the difference between waiting for the circumstances that my mind has decided should be best for me, or creating the change from the inside first, by listening to my intuition, which is Spirit. That's a critical difference in approach to change.

So, yes, change is what I asked for and it arrives, as Spirit sees fit, not always, as what my mind thinks it should be. It takes a lot of the "letting go" to live fully trusting Spirit. But then, that and my heart is the same thing, so by trusting Spirit I'm trusting myself, the Higher Self, at the same time. When I take my mind out of it, what's left is really so simple, so basic. That's what I find so appealing about being with young children - they are so fresh, so simple, and so basic. In the beginning, everyday is like starting over for them and then, slowly; they assimilate their domestication and begin to look at themselves and others differently.

I was in a store last week; it was actually an old train depot - huge, several stories high, and full of old furniture, and other items from China. Browsing nearby was a father, holding his 3 (or so) year old daughter, checking out several ancient wooden pillars that were for sale. He knocked on them, you know, as some people will on wood to see if it's solid or rotting inside or whatever. When he did this, his daughter asked, "Is there someone in there?". Perfectly good question, when you consider that she had been taught that knocking means you want to enter and you're requesting permission from the person inside because that's polite. I mean, WE know there was no way anyone could be "in" this wooden pillar, but it was priceless (to me) to hear how simply she viewed this no reasoning, very little logic, no fear of asking "stupid" questions ... just fresh, simple, and basic. Children are so close to the Creator, maybe that's the connection I desire to be in the presence of ...it's a magical thing to behold.

Right now I feel as if I'm hanging on for the ri de as if I've given permission to Spirit (finally, in my letting go and trusting) to take me wherever, however, and with whomever it chooses, remembering that it will always be for my greatest and highest good. It's been a tough thing for my mind to admit to my heart that it (Mind) doesn't know everything about what's best for me. Change shakes the ground that the mind thinks is necessary to keep me "safe.” Isn't it wonderful?