Non-Attachment and Divine Guidance

November 5th, 2025
This morning, I was thinking about the practice of non-attachment. At the end of my prayers, after reciting Jeremiah 29:11, I always say, “If it is meant for me, it will not pass me by.”
Piggybacking on the November 5th reading from The Book of Awakening, the passage spoke about plans versus planning, and how easily we get caught up in the planning itself.
I think about times when I’ve truly released attachment to the outcome. The first thing that came to mind was my Camino. That journey lived in my heart long before it ever happened. I had researched what it would take, but I wasn’t fixated on making it happen. I just knew, deep down, that one day it would. And when it did, it unfolded almost effortlessly through a series of connections that felt divinely orchestrated.
Even while walking the Camino, though I had prepared physically through training, building endurance, choosing the right gear, the journey itself was only ever about one thing: one foot in front of the other. That was all I could control. Everything else, the thoughts that came, the peace that filled my mind, felt guided by something beyond me. For someone like me, who tends to analyze and overthink, it was astonishing how clear and quiet my mind became. That’s the beauty of non-attachment.
Lately, I feel that same detachment from my book. I’m proud of it, deeply proud, but I’m not attached to who reads it or how far it spreads. I trust that God will guide it to where it’s meant to go. I’ve done my part in writing it; now it’s about staying open and responsive to divine guidance, not forcing or overplanning.
I don’t want to be like the fisherman who prepares endlessly but never casts the line. I’m learning to let each day show me what’s mine to do. Especially now, as the year winds down, I feel peace in simply doing what I can and trusting the rest to unfold in God’s time.
There’s a quiet strength that comes from releasing control and choosing trust. When we stop gripping life so tightly, our hands are open enough to receive what’s truly meant for us. I’m reminded again that surrender isn’t giving up, it’s giving over. To divine timing. To grace. To the mysterious unfolding of our lives.