Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Do you know those windows they build into bathrooms? They are frosted so you can’t see through them. You may hear laughter, excitement, maybe even some really scary stuff on the other side of them but you can’t see them. You can’t reach out to touch them, taste them or make them a part of your life and it frustrates you, because you know on the other side of that hazy glass are all your hopes, dreams, and everything you want to be. But they seem just out of reach.
It must be your fault isn’t it? You must lack desire or intelligence. Maybe you are too young or been told you are too old. You look in the mirror and you don’t like the nose, the hair, the smile………… So you decide you must change. You embark on a process to recreate, to reinvent. You work hard always looking to the right and left to make sure you are keeping up with everyone else and slowly you feel yourself falling behind. Oh, you have victories. They are small, sweet and do not sustain and when you are alone they mock and judge you because you couldn’t hang on to them the way “everyone else does.”
The glass gets thicker and the images on the other side seem to blur and are less recognizable. You work harder and then those voices get fainter and we wonder where we went. We are in pain and we convert it into suffering because we deserve to suffer for all the accumulated wrongs in our lives. We try to stay busy.
“Love What Is,” a quote from Dorothy Hunt. Sit up taller right here and now and embrace that person whose skin you are inside right now. They may be tired or frustrated, dejected or maybe just really frazzled about the edges. They may feel flabby and out of breath. Hips, knees or backs may ache. They weren’t the prom king or queen and a lot of days they just don’t get it. Make friends with them. Love what is, right here, right now and make them your bestie.
“Be still and know that I am God.” Fold your busy hands on your soft lap, close your eyes, even if it’s just for a moment and breathe. Forget work, family, friends and everything else that chases you and simply sit in the presence of what you call divine and drink in the love and energy.
Slowly the glass loses its hoar frost and you begin to see yourself not on the other side but alongside the you that you have come to love and adore.
“A jug fills drop by drop,” Buddha