“There’s still some coconut on the sidewalk,” my wife said when she came from her morning walk. We had picked up what we could see yesterday when my son left home for Myrtle Beach and a new life on his own. Instead of breaking a champaign bottle, in our family we break coconuts when a new venture begins. Coconuts are much better because you can’t drink any champaign after you break the bottle, and who wants glass all over the place.
The coconut represents the hard shell of one’s karma, the old barriers and boundaries that keep us locked up in a tiny room of sameness. When the time is right, when the wind is at your back and the tide is outgoing, you set sail into your dream of what can be, and you break the container that had kept you life at a standstill.
And then you get to eat the coconut. Everyone who sets sail after many false starts knows that all the errors of the past, our karma if you will, become the very sails that harness the wind of change. Success feeds on the mistakes of the past. So we break the coconut with one swift full action, like a sword coming down to cut us away from out cord to the past. We break the coconut and we are free.
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This post was written by ed on July 31, 2008