Trust the Process

For the past seven years, and counting, I changed my way of thinking. I deliberately sought to trust in a process, and was willing to bend and sway within an unfolding process — one I was not sure I could even trust.

When things got rough — and things got plenty rough — I would simply repeat to myself, and to anyone who would listen, "Trust the Process."

Plagued at times by doubt and uncertainty, sometimes by anger and frustration, but most often by a source of compassion for all those involved including myself, the process unfolded.

Only now, at the end of seven years of rising every morning not sure within myself that I could trust anything whatsoever — only after approximately 2,555 days of difficult work — are things beginning to shape up as the reason this change in thinking, this trusting the process, needed to come into being.

The synchronicity which arises as one begins to fully inhabit a process — without complaint, without quibbling about why this needs to be — is stark and uncompromising in and of itself.

Synchronicity is not rigid but flexible. It is not a noun but a verb. It is not a finished concept but an unfolding process which requires only willingness and enthusiasm — and the losing of one’s fear, anxiety, and uncertainty, replaced by compassion for self and other.

But above all it requires listening, with great attention, to what the universe itself is teaching. There is a message coming through, breaking through all our possible contentions that this message does not exist.