Living Outside / The Box

On Wednesday afternoon, I was driving along the Main Road to collect my dad for his 6-month check up with the physician. It was a blustery day. Dust and litter rushed along the road at seemingly the same speed as my car.

In front of me, being swept along by the north wind, was a large cardboard box - it looked as if it had housed a large item like a washing machine. I drove carefully along behind it, as it was being blown from one side of the street to the other, and I was giving myself space and time to take avoiding action if the traffic coming towards me swerved to avoid the box.

Since it was a fairly quiet stretch of road at that time of day, there had been no need for concern. The box eventually got caught up in some bushes on the sidewalk.

The following day, at a staff meeting, I was hauled over the coals, so to speak ~ not a fun event at all. And after some introspection, I came to understand the bigger picture that was being painted for me. I was aware of how everything that happened in the process was all part of a bigger plan that was orchestrated in order for me to learn something valuable. Something that would help me along my path towards being a more integrated person.

What I found most fascinating is that as I learn and understand the Universe better, and allow the LOA to work in my life, I creep further and further away from the type of box that society loves to put people in. I stepped out of the box some years ago, but the darned thing was still hanging around, in case I ever wanted to climb back inside.

Until Wednesday.

I did not realise at the time, but that  box flying along the road was the box that had been around me for so long. I did not understand that it was my own box I was seeing. I certainly did not see the significance of it. It was, to me, just a random box being blown along a random path.

My box is gone. I cannot even think of climbing back into it. I have a suspicion that perhaps someone else lives in it now. And they are most welcome to use it, for as long as it serves them,

Now I am free to be me. Just me. No pre-formed shape for me to fit into. No container to trap me and stunt my growth. No cardboard creation aimed at keeping some things in, and other things out.

Just me. That is enough. And so it is.

~Alison~