There are days.
There are days when I come face to face with the ugly side of life; when my heart asks, “So where is your God now?”
In order to survive, I have to do a quick tour of the inexplicable things that have happened to me over the years: times when…
- resources have come out of nowhere
- people were extraordinarily generous
- pain-relief came in the nick of time
- I was miraculously rescued from threatening circumstances
- life was overwhelmingly beautiful
Then, I can relax into what I don’t understand.
Today, a women working in a bakery saw me. She saw me as a valuable being and not just another customer in a long line of customers, or another obligation in a long line of obligations. It was a rare and special treat…sweeter than the cake she helped prepare.
There are a few things in life that refresh our souls in a manner that nothing else can. I had two of them today: the first crisp and cloudless day of Autumn, and an encounter with a remarkable human being in an unremarkable place.
Enjoying the comic episodes of life more could actually save our lives: bearing us courageously over the inevitable rough seas of disappointment, doubt, and despair. A good laugh tells our cells there is hope somewhere on the horizon, somewhere in this mysterious, whacked-out world.
It also makes us less of a drag to be around.
Want more hope? Want more companions?
Smile at the absurd.
Preparing people for depositions, attorney, Bob Goff instructs his clients to sit with their palms up. He maintains that following this simple instruction works to prevent defensiveness, reacting in anger, or tensing up when stakes are high. Good advice…not only for depositions, but for life.
Rather than approaching life with clenched fists, open palms signifies a non-threatening posture of acceptance and openness.
A palms-up morning routine of meditation is now my reminder to offer up all that I have for good, trusting that what I have will be multiplied to meet the pressing needs around me. By doing so, I replace the feeling of overwhelm with a feeling of confidence in the abundance of the Universe.
Here’s to a palms-up kind of day! Cheers!
Hmmmm, which is better? To freak-out over my concerns or to keep it simple?
What if…? WTF? How will I make it? Why am I such a loser? Who do they think they are? Why is this happening to me? What am I going to do?
I’m going to do the best I can with what I have, trusting that all will work out, breathing the oxygen that miraculously feeds my trillion cells (while traveling through the Universe at one-thousand MPH on a planet made of hot molten lava).
People in my life need love. I’m not sure how to give it.
I need to write. I don’t have the words.
Work must be done. I am too distracted.
There are great needs. I feel I have nothing to offer.
I make too many mistakes. I need hope.
I am confused. I need ideas and direction.
It’s the frustrating place or it’s the human place.
It is the place where awareness of my own limitations can debilitate or move me to humble and confident dependence on the source of everything.
The Universe is an abundant place. I wish I had treated it as such in the past.
In an elevator, I noticed light flashing randomly over the walls and ceiling. Looking for the source, I found it to be my watch band, reflecting wildly from slight movements of my hand. Something so small making all this beauty.
Of course I have seen it before
this reflective wonder
That I often ignore
But today I think of my own light
(and nothing is as small as it seems)
I feel my own power
Pulsing around me unseen
As wireless signals reach my phone
I chill to the knowledge
“I am not alone”
Ttransmitting energy everywhere
Now feeling electricity
In my fingertips and hair
Sensing the calling
The calling to shine
The calling to trust
(the magnified reflection) of my tiny and unlikely shine
There have been times that I have had an impulse to give and have hesitated too long, or tried to ignore the impulse altogether. I have always regretted it. Usually, fear was at the root of my decision.
When I felt I should give a compliment, I may have feared being overshadowed. Will they think they are better than me?
When I felt I should give encouragement, it might have been the fear of rejection. Will they question my motive?
When I felt compelled to offer support, it was probably a fear of failure. Who do I think I am? What do I have to offer?
When I felt an impulse to forgive, it was a fear of someone getting off the hook too easily. If I forgive them, they won’t get what they deserve.
When I felt I should give money, it was the fear of scarcity. Can I afford it? What if I need this in the future?
None of my fears were grounded. I could not out give the Universe.
Today, I will give without fear.
Today I thought about how the Universe sometimes has made behind-the-scenes accommodations, when, for instance, we were worried about being late to a meeting that, unbeknownst to us, was postponed. Or, panicked about missing a flight that was delayed. Or, frantic and frustrated about traffic making us late and others were also detained. Or scared about being late for a doctor’s or dentist appointment and we had to sit in the waiting room for a half-hour anyway.
Important recon. Especially when the stakes are much higher.
Things work out.