While on my way to an appointment in Switzerland I was in the mix of the hustle and bustle of a large train station. Usually I use Google to find my way around, but on that morning Google Maps wasn’t working. Then the strangest thing happened: I found myself standing on the platform with a strong feeling that I needed to be on train number three. There was no logical reason for it.

Within minutes, up rolls train number three and I walk over to the door. While hesitantly standing just outside, the voice in my head kept saying “we don’t get on random trains in Switzerland when we don’t know where they are going.” Nevertheless it felt like I was being sucked in to the train, like I really was supposed to be on train number three! While in the midst of my mental game of a tug of war, the tone that means the doors are closing sounded. A strong urge to jump on the train washed over me, but the voice in my head won out with the plead of “Don’t do it! Who the heck knows where you’ll end up!”

So I didn’t. The train doors closed, it glided to my left and the wind rushed by my face as the last car passed. A feeling of disappointment flushed over me (kind of like when I missed the school bus as a kid), which was funny as I truly had no idea where that train was headed. Over the next few minutes I tried my best to read maps and signs, but to no avail. Next I asked a guy if he was a local. He was, so I showed him the address and asked if he could help me get there. He matter-of-factly said “Take train three, that’s the easiest way and it will drop you off two blocks from that address.”

“Really??” I thought. Several other trains were arriving and I asked if I could take any of those instead. He insisted on waiting for the next train number three because it was a simple straight shot. I thanked him and found a seat.

I waited and wondered: First, it was amazing how strong the knowing was to get on that train, but why did I listen to the chatter and talk myself out of it? Then, realizing that the feeling of knowing happens to all of us (we call it instinct, gut feeling, God, inner wisdom, nudges from our heart, etc), how can we tell the difference between the knowing and the chatter?

Thanks to some exploration months later, I began to see more about the experience I had with train number three. Here’s what I now see:

We do just know. Deep down this happens hundreds (maybe thousands) of times a day: when to get out of bed, how to maneuver around the dog in the kitchen, what to eat for lunch, when to cross the street, who we want to spend time with, and on and on. And all these knowings happen in the moment.

Often the chatter is there too, but chatter typically has to do with the future. When I was standing at the door of the train, I was imagining things that could happen in the future if I got on train number three. My inner knowing was there in the present moment, but I thought my way out of it.

The easy way to speak about this feeling of knowing what to do is: there is no thought involved. It is our instinct. When we are standing on the curb, we know when to cross the street. While at the counter with the choice of chocolate or vanilla ice cream, we just know which one we want. When a friend invites you to coffee, you have a feeling about whether you want to go or not. When you are offered a job, deep down you know whether you want it or not. In the moment, we just know.

But alas, then there are times you don’t know. When you don’t know, you don’t know. The cool part is that is fine too. Wait for it, and there will be a moment when you will.

The only thing that can get in the way of the clarity of knowing is our thinking. The feeling of knowing only happens in the present moment. There are many times that I go with my mental chatter and they are all little lessons. More and more I trust my knowing over logic.

Interestingly sometimes we go with the knowing and experience the chatter later, but it’s all the same: Recently I was unexpectedly offered a part time job. I love the freedom of only having my coaching practice and I never thought I’d work for someone again. Although, when the offer came, I instantly knew it was a clear yes. No thinking about it, no wondering, just a feeling and knowing of “yes”. The next day the chatter and doubt showed up. Fairly quickly I realized the chatter was just extra curricular thinking about an imagined future. No biggie: the feeling in the moment was and still is yes. Those silly thoughts show up when they do, but we don’t have to take them seriously.

When you know, you know. I’ll stick with that.

 

 

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While riding a bus through a remote island in the Aegean see, I drifted away on my own island of thoughts. The seas of a language I did not know were lapping up on the coastline of my awareness like gentle waves on a faraway shore. Subdued by the white noise of several Greek conversations, the hiss of the buss’s air breaks instantly snapped me back to the present.

Then, a mother with a quiet and content baby boarded the bus. He was wearing a beige knit cap with a cartoon face sewn just above his forehead and two fluffy balls (surely meant to be ears) flopped around on top. His father soon boarded the bus and the small family sat three rows ahead and across the aisle from me. Mom sat by the window and handed the baby to dad. The cartoon face on the knit cap and the human face with wide soft eyes were both looking over dads shoulder at me.

The bus surged ahead and his curious brown eyes darted left and right while watching the island landscape fly by. While observing his eyes, I began to wonder about the two marvelous contraptions we all have on either side of our nose. Complete miracles! For the first time in 40 years I was in awe with eyes: moving, adjusting to light, focusing, and conveying all that is in the world around us in every waking moment… all without conscious effort. Wow!

While lost in thought again, I suddenly realized that the two beautiful brown eyes I had been watching were now fixed on mine. We sat for a moment… staring. I smiled, he smiled and we kept looking. We were there swimming in the sea together engaged in deep connection, neither looking away. There was something special happening, I could see it in his face and feel it in my heart. After much more than a minute of effortless gazing, he let out a gleeful coo and reached his tiny hand out towards me smiling excitedly. His dad turned around and saw his son reaching out, he smiled too.

So much was in that moment: connection with a tiny human and a shared energy that is always there. I wondered: If he were 20, 30 or 60 years older, would I have let the stare linger?  There probably would have been thinking about the motive, meaning, or intention of the stare. Quite presumably I would have felt apprehensive and looked away. He might have too.

Why was this different? In my mind, he is a baby with pure innocence, simplicity, and thoughtlessness. I assumed nothing because there was nothing to assume. I can only speculate that in his mind there was only connection as well. He has not yet been conditioned to think any different. The connection happened naturally in a thoughtless sea of love.

I wondered and saw (again!) that connection is always this close. I can feel love for anyone and it has nothing to do with them or the situation. The more my thinking drifts away, the closer, more connected, and more love I feel. When adrift in a sea of thoughtlessness the ocean of everything is always there… the ocean of pure connection and love.

Looking back at the experience with the baby I see that nothing was in the way and nothing else was needed. I smiled when I realized that he and I were the only ones on the bus that couldn’t understand a word being said around us. Although, we all were born speaking the universal language of connection and love.

It’s so simple a baby can do it… and every human on earth was once a baby…

 

 

An Opportunity for You:

Since I began sharing about the wonders, experiences and success found through Coddiwompling, the two most prevalent comments I get are: “I love hearing about your life and adventures, it’s so inspiring” and  “I wish I could  live like that, but I don’t think I can… Can I?”

The truth is: You can live this way right where you are without having to get rid of everything you already love in your own life. We were all born to coddiwomple. The more we begin to open up to all the possibilities available to us in our everyday lives, the more fun and prosperous our lives become, and then the entire world benefits.

Discover the simplicity and freedom of living a life of limitless possibilities: April 11th is the beginning of a fun and deep ten week exploration of Coddiwompling.

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The first five to register get an additional $50 off with the coupon code “Coddi”   

 

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