It seems as though the universe is conspiring to send me a message.
There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt,
containing a tornado. Dam a
stream and it will create a new
channel. Resist, and the tide
will sweep you off your feet.
Allow, and grace will carry
you to higher ground. The only
safety lies in letting it all in –
the wild and the weak; fear,
fantasies, failures and success.
When loss rips off the doors of
the heart, or sadness veils your
vision with despair, practice
becomes simply bearing the truth.
In the choice to let go of your
known way of being, the whole
world is revealed to your new eyes.
And from my friend and life coach Helen McLaughlin, this note.
"Fear wants me to know that there's a safer way – staying small and not growing or stretching . . . But I have one job in this lifetime, and it's to become the most ME I can possibly be. That's going to involve finding my edge—the place where I'm most uncomfortable—and leaning into it, day after day after day. I've got this."
I look up at the bright red leaves of the Japanese maple tree against the blue sky, and I think “this will make a beautiful picture.” This is the “safe” shot, the one I know I can make work.
And then I look down at the mat of leaves on the ground, wet from early morning showers, in various stages of decay, heaped one upon the other. This is not the “sure shot” but it is the one I am called to make when this practice becomes simply bearing the truth.