Lesson of The Lost Lamb

I was walking the land as I do most days with my bare feet kissing, feeling, hugging the earth with each footstep.  Some steps soft and mossy, others cold and hard rock and others spikey stones and dust. Every footstep we take in life is precious.  Every journey is sacred.  Every adventure has lessons to gift us. Every experience has a different emotional landscape with which to enrich our quest to be here fully and experience the fullness of what it is to be in the realm of duality and separation so that we might find our way home to union and oneness.

As I walked, the sound of a distraught lamb disrupted the gentle background noise of the bird song.  It was bleating loudly with hardly any space between each cry and as a result, it couldn’t hear its mother calling in response. I noted how humanity has become a little bit like that lamb.

We have become separated from The Mother, from the land and our connection with love, truth, and source. And the more we become separated the more frantic we get with our noisy minds and busy-ness; our constant doing, in an attempt to fill the void of disconnection and longing to come home, that haunts us incessantly.  There is always the illusion of the egoic mind, that with a carrot and stick mentality, convinces us that if we can just achieve this one thing we will feel peace; if we just run that little bit faster, if we get that new job, or that book deal, or do that healing course. Our minds cry out and chatter and taunt and criticise, insisting often that if we just did something better, if we tried harder, then all would be well.

But like the lost lamb perhaps sometimes the most useful thing for us to do when we find our selves in this place of lostness would be to be quiet and still and listen.  I noted that if the lamb had stopped crying out it would have been able to hear its mother calling in the distance. But its fear meant that it kept making so much noise that the guidance of its mother’s voice was inaudible. Aren’t our minds a bit like that?  They make such a noise that we can’t hear The Mother calling us.

I walk the land because when I walk I can hear, I can feel The Mother and she guides me.

My mind becomes quieter and when I physically stop and lay on the earth and allow her to hold me there is a peace that descends and I feel less separate and more connected in the great mystery of all Life.

It’s not that there is anything wrong with being lost.  On the contrary, being lost can be a wonderful place to find yourself.  Like the prodigal son, sometimes we need to leave home in order to return to the father, the mother, or the kingdom of heaven.  But I guess that my point is that when we stop driving ourselves relentlessly and kneeling at the altar of hard work, effort and doing all the time and honour the spaces, the stillness, the quiet, the non-doing, we receive guidance from The Mother to help us find our way back to her.  We are worthy of Love.  We have nothing to prove.  Sometimes hard work arises from fear that we are not good enough just as we are.

In a way, we are all lost lambs trying to find our way home.  ‘Life is so short, we must move slowly.’ Today is Sunday, as good a day as any to chill out a little! Honour the non-doing; be still and listen and you will hear that She is calling.