Today I took off to travel by car to Melbourne, one of my favourite pastimes. Does anyone else enjoy the spontaneity of the open road? In Australia we have the privilege of miles and miles of space, freedom and the sheer joy of journeying without traffic constrictions.
As I journeyed I listed to a CD by one of my favourite speakers and writers - Marianne Williamson. She was talking about "the yoke of the world". She was encouraging her audience to throw off the "yoke of the world" in order to experience the exhilaration of the spiritual realms. It struck me how right she was when she said that sponteneity was lost somewhere along the path from childhood to adulthood.
When did spontaneity become the privilege of children alone? A burp, so cute in a by, is considered quite a faux pas in an adult. Tantrums are tolerated as a necessary part of toddlerhood and yet are definitely not seen as part of the emotional life of a mature person. Skipping, dancing or singing in a crowded shopping centre would be delightful in a small child, and yet considered certifiable in an adult.
It is no wonder we talk so frequently of stress, struggle and hardship. The responsibility of being an adult weighs heavily when we consider how many "shoulds" and "should nots" are involved. As I was enjoying the freedom and spontaneity of the open road I realised that we all need to take time out, to stop being God's police on Earth and to spend a little time rediscovering the freedom of knowing that we are loved exactly the way we are. It is time for us all to consider the freedom of unconditional self-love and the excitement of being conduits of God's love, compassion and (zippity doo dah) LOVE!
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