Yesterday I was feeding someone’s pets while the owners were away, when I heard a cry for help.
I looked over the fence and saw a crumpled figure lying on the ground in a neighbouring yard.
I called out to her, and then ran around the block to get to her house. She was elderly, living with her husband who suffers dementia.
The husband opened the gate for me. I went to the woman. She was lucid, but very cold from lying on the ground for so long.
I got her a blanket and some pillows and called an ambulance, then waiting with her until a relative and the ambulance arrived.
The whole event unfolded automatically from the moment I heard the cry for help until the paramedics told me I could go.
Like a couple of other emergency situations I’ve been in, it’s as if the situation itself calls forth a response and there’s not really any need for effort or struggle or deliberation.
Lately I’ve been thinking about moving to live in the city centre. The idea came to me without any work on my part. I wasn’t looking for it, it just came up.
And since then I’ve felt really excited and inspired by the thought of living there.
Like the emergency, I don’t have to do anything. There’s no struggle. It’s as if inspiration is acting on me in the same way that the emergency situation called a response out of me.
If emergencies unfold so easily and inspiration is so effortless, why should any part of life feel difficult?
Inspiration feels so good: can we cultivate it and allow it to flow more in life?
Can we stop getting bogged down in the wastelands between inspiration and emergency?
Why does everyday life have to be a grind when the very good and the very bad are both effortless?
I take comfort from the ease that flows in emergencies, and I’m inspired by the effortlessness of inspiration.