I was reminded today of how, when we are feeling disappointed, not functioning the way we would like, it can quietly become so difficult to delight in the things that, in actuality, we love and enjoy.
It can be so difficult not to become locked into a close-up view of that which we are upset with. Until, slowly, you would think the entire world turns that way.
Only it doesn't. Not really. It's just us, humans, who get thrown by something tough, and maybe tossed beneath that bus.
Flopping about there, in the ditch, without knowing it.
We think ' Why does this seem so miserable?' We wonder 'Where did all the things I take pleasure in go?'
As we scramble, face down, in our own shadow, our own private undertow, that quickly pulls us beneath the wave, til we know not which way is up.
But sometimes as we grow older and wiser, while we're scrambling around in the dark scrumbly gravel, we realize that it's only a ditch. That we've fallen. That we need to get up.
Which seems impossible until we put our feet upon the dirt and hands by them,to stabilize, and we brush the dust out of our eyes,and simply decide to get up. No matter how we feel. To now get somewhere better.
And even if our body isn't working so well, we can decide what we are capable of doing .
We can choose to go journeying around our small life, reminding ourselves what the things are that delight, that mean something, from which we derive inspiration and pleasure.
And then, we watch, newly awoken, as our great expectations,no longer true, fade into the real of this moment.
Those hopes and dreams for something more, of another time, show up,and we sadly embrace them ,and watch as they fade, as the sun shines, and then the day sets once again.
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