Oddly as someone who loves to think and analyze the shit out of something the whole concept of experimentation I chalked up to the realm of scholarly science. As my daily dates with God allowed my eyes and heart to open up I began to see life as a continuous growing process. There is nowhere to get to or a checklist to complete. It is about living. Trying things out, see if they work, use what does and keep going. I realized life is one big experiment or series of experiments. We are all really doing the best we can. Some people are more inclined to seek out more tools and find new ways to grow, others are just merely trying to survive. I consider myself fortunate (my perspective on a good day) to have been one of the folks who form of survival began to cause my death. Only then was I willing to seek out a different path. A path with a lot more experiments. A path with hope and curiosity. A path with compassion and forgiveness for imperfections. Actually, a path that thrives on imperfections. A path guided from the heart. A path which does not have a fixed ending or someplace else to be. It is uncomfortable and a mind shift, but it stills my mind, lightens my heart and makes room for experiments so I can get a glimpse of the possibilities in God’s eyes. It hurts when the experiment doesn’t work the way I think it should. It is exciting when the experiments bring unexpected benefits. It spurs a willingness to continue to show up and try again when the experiments fuel my resolve that my heart provides the courage and strength to keep going when it doesn’t look promising. It is actually somewhat freeing to say I don’t know how it is going to turn out. Like any good experiment, I have some hypothesis but I don’t know what might happen until I take the action and do the experiment.
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