It amazes me how quickly and unconsciously I enter a state of resistance- to circumstances, to people, to the way I feel. And then I'm tense and unhappy and I know not why, until I look, and see that I want things to be other than they are.
If I want to experience life satisfaction, I have to deal with reality exactly as it is.
"Hummingbird nests are wonders of beauty, delicacy, and architecture- plant down and dried flower petals held together with silvery spider's web, exquisitely decorated with greyish-white lichens."
~ Royal Dixon ~
When a bird builds a nest, it flies out into the broad world to gather twigs and string, and whatever it can find to make its home secure and cozy; and then there's an art to putting it all together. No two nests are the same. And isn't it like that for us as well?
I gather things that catch my eye and bring them home.
"I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two humans go off, feeling a little less anonymous."
~ Robert Brault
Anytime we feel lonely we can reach out to others- online, in person, through meetup, over the phone. Our options are endless. We can step into life whenever we need to, whenever we're ready, and whenever unwanted feelings of isolation exert their pull.
We have a new dryer with touch buttons, and I couldn't get it to work at first because I was pushing too hard. It's very sensitive, and responds readily to a light touch. And so, it made me wonder, where else in my life might I be pushing too hard?
Sometimes strength is called for and sometimes it's not.
I tend to be active and busy and productive. The "go mode" is my most common gear, and I'm quite sure I'm not alone in that. So when moments of complete surrender to stillness come, I feel profound gratitude for them. What a blessing to be internally quiet and peaceful, without any kind of agenda or guilt.
"O God, I pray that not too much of calm be mine, but one day let the maddened rush of waters break against my soul."
~ Muriel Strode ~
I like things in order: folded laundry, a clean desk, a clean sink, beds made, floors swept; but that's only one energy of life. Another is food and glasses spread all over the table for a family meal, messy beds from naps and lovemaking, mud from outdoor adventures, dog hair from the dog, bills unopened in envelopes in a mail pile, and pillows on the sofa all this way and that from movie watching. And if I'm honest, I like these things too. The one thing makes no sense and gives no pleasure without the other.
"A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails."
~ Donna Roberts ~
I've been caught in the "point-of-arrival" trap, wanting to get to the time and the place where our new house feels like a comfortable old shoe. Longing after the future like that though, I am missing the glory of the empty, evolving, echoing space- half done, and rich with possibility.
I can settle in to each moment. I don't have to wait until everything is just where and how we want it. The newness of the house and it's features and characteristics and shifting light is exciting, and curious and much like the beginning of a solid friendship. It takes time, and commitment, and multiple encounters, and a willingness to share it all.
We hesitate to ask for help, and yet, there is a magical kind of spiritual principle that diminishes our obstacle, whatever it may be, when we invite others to face it with us. Then they too become invested in our getting wherever we're going, and our journey is seriously empowered by the team effort, which is a far happier situation, seems to me, than struggling along all on our own.
I engage with others, and graciously accept their help as I travel the difficult road.
"Happiness is an occasional brief glance into how simple it all can be,"
~ Robert Brault ~
Some things turn out to be far more complicated than initially anticipated, and some things turn out to be far simpler. And understanding which is which is a key distinction. More often than not we confuse one for the other.
There are times when it may not be a bad thing that we can't let something go. Perhaps it sticks with us because we need to look honestly at a situation in our life we've been trying to ignore, or it may be just the nudge we need to see a Doctor. Honesty gives us power, because when we're dealing with reality, we have the ability to affect change.
When I can't let something go, I take a closer look.
"He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger."
~ Antonio Porchia ~
We moved five days ago, and ever since, I've been in an altered kind of reality- unpacking, and unpacking, and unpacking. My world has been boxes and discovery and new vision, and it's been so fun I haven't wanted to stop for walks or sleep or anything.... but the day of reckoning always comes, and, perhaps predictably, I did hit my metaphorical wall. Like too much rich food, though it's delicious at the time, we generally pay a price for our indulgence. And so have I.
The answer to the problem? Get back on track. Sleep, eat well, and practice the Art of Good Habits.