When we do this work of natural presence, of effortless authenticity, more and more, we find ourselves right here. With nothing to do.
My friend Elias Amidon recently wrote of some of the confusion around this idea that there is nothing to do.
"Nothing to do" doesn't mean that we don't do anything. It doesn't mean that we kick back in our recliners and turn on the TV (and it doesn't mean that we don't do that, either).
Instead, it means that our actions come from a different part of ourselves. Though words do not seem adequate, the words that come to me are "spontaneous love."
We operate from a position of utter honesty and vulnerability. We do what we are compelled to do, we ask for what we need. We have no pretenses.
We laugh and we cry, without hesitation.
It is a mystery where our actions come from, and why we do things, but we do them nevertheless, with complete trust.
Sometimes, we are completely uncomfortable, but we are better at accepting that discomfort.
This is only different from our usual way of being in one way.
We stop questioning ourselves. After all, when we really look for where our actions come from now, we can't find it, either. We only pretend we can.
When admit that we are not in the driver's seat, we can enjoy the ride so much more.