Many things that have been blurring my vision of late became clear the past few weeks and days… like how easy it is to get in our own way, to let our own concepts about how things should be, our hopes about how things will be, our identification with who we think we are and what we want and need, to become the self-imposed limitations that bind us to suffering.
The Buddhists teach it so well, the art of non-attachment ~ to accept things as they are, to wait and see, to find a way to shift our perspective to one of equanimity, wherein we see the value of what is, rather than dwelling upon all the things we don’t have.
Life is so busy and often monotonous in its relentless repetition of routine requirements, the demands of daily life (food, sleep, order, function) can feel stifling, showing no mercy.
So much of the time I find myself caught up in tasks, one to the next, managing small children, wrangling them in and out of the car, diplomatically adjudicating endless disputes, manipulating ways to make things happen with minimum fuss, while struggling to get all The Things done each day.
This experience has drained me lately, it seemed that my faith had abandoned me, I felt forsaken by the Universe for weeks. Now there are glimmers of light and I recognise that my own ego’s ideas about What I Need are meaningless. In the interests of sanity+satisfaction my expectations must be released rather than tenaciously clung to as a part of my very being.
Just because I don’t understand, or can’t see what is really happening, it doesn’t mean that nothing is happening, or that it is wrong, or that I’ve made a mistake, or that I’m being punished…
Like Pythagoras’ own theorem:
“the square of the hypotenuse (the side opposite the right angle) is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides”
which is a very prosaic way of saying that it is not what we see but what we do not see that is the interesting bit.
The mystery of life swirls around us. Many (politicians, powers that be, consensus majority et al) choose to perceive things in a way that supports their own (old-paradigm) materialistic views. Their passé perspective that life is a series of transactions measured with ones and zeros, with value estimated in dollars and cents…? I think, despite their self-assured demeanours and loud mouths, they are more lost than any one of us who is able to humbly bow in reverence, recognising the futility in attempts to control, admitting we have no idea what is happening. Those who see the strength and wisdom in surrender, AKA The Meek, may indeed inherit the earth.
For now, the gods must laugh at our antics, lest they cry at what we seem hell-bent upon bringing to bear…
despite, nay because of the gifts we’ve had bestowed upon us ~ consciousness & free will
this very breath at this very moment
Our apparent collective ineptitude provides all the fuel for humility we could ever need. The search for the Holy Grail, the meaning of life, eludes us despite all technological advances, CCTV at every junction, 24 news channels…
Religion disappoints us, preaching rubbish rules and regs to which we must subscribe in order that we get a chance to sit atop a sun-drenched cloud by Jesus’ side someday, or brainwashing the beautifully supple young minds with poisonous seeds of hatred and violence. They want us infidels punished, in the hopes they might get to cavort with virgins for eternity on The Other Side.
Truly, we must concede the whole mess is a mystery
Franciscan Friar Richard Rohr writes “mystery isn’t something you cannot understand – it is something that you can understand endlessly!”
We never get it completely. There is an ever deepening spiral of evolution taking place within us (and so without). The more we participate with this, surrendering as required and engaging when called to do so, the more inspired enthralled and awed we become… we recognise that life is magic and we are fools to fall into any other mindset.
We have a part to play in the unfoldment of this grand cosmic plan. We must only have the courage to abide.