…limitless, undying love which shines around me like a million suns…
seeing things differently
I am always looking for deeper understanding regarding this portion of breath I’ve been given. Probably I’m late to the party, but it occurs to me that so often we (going grandiose here with a sweeping generalization) get caught unawares and find ourselves stuck in thoughts that we accept as truth without ever questioning from whence they come. If we were to stop for a moment, before we think the thought, or rather, before we finish the thought and experience the associated emotions that accompany that thought, we just might realize that there is no foundation in that thought, and it can therefore be dismissed. Poof! Gone! Emotional impact averted.
Dr. Wayne Dyer mentions this very thing in Excuses Be Gone — referring to the Virus of the Mind as described by Richard Brodie. There’s a word to describe this phenomenon. Meme.
A meme (/?mi?m/ MEEM) is “an idea, behavior, or style that spreads from person to person within a culture”.
That’s all fine and good, but I can feed my brain with deep and rich words all the day long and never get anywhere. I ponder these things, again and again, yet somehow I tend to miss the element that allows the information to sink in and become firmly rooted. Probably this is a side effect of my general life coping mechanism, in which I remember hooks and tags that will lead me to the information I need, because keeping an active reference open at all times is simply overwhelming (for me). This, also, is why I write! Once I capture these thoughts, I can safely let them go, and therefore de-clutter my mind.
All that aside, it’s been a life-long hunger, this need to separate the wheat from the chaff, and get down to the meat of the matter, any matter. Truth. With a capital T. Hence the persistent Why?
I’ve been swimming against the current. It’s exhausting. The preacher had it figured out. It’s pretty much all spelled out in Ecclesiastes. You can be rich. You can be poor. You can be weak. You can be strong. You can be well. You can be sick. You can be wise. You can be foolish. Ultimately, what matters? We all, at some point, die. This life, this breath, is our portion. It’s all that we have. It’s a gift. A gift!
A gift is a beautiful thing. It’s a treasure, to be enjoyed, not wasted. It’s a smile to be shared.
Recently I found myself pondering this deeply, thinking outside the box, so to speak. Like having a conversation with a young child. Why are there stars? I have some beautiful memories of conversations like this. All the why questions, from a young and beautiful soul, seeking wisdom from an adult. Only this time, I was the young and beautiful soul, and no matter which angle I approached my question, the answer was the same, delivered in a wash of warmth and light, a glowing infusion of love. It was a nebulous question, really. Something about life, and how I should be living it. With each angle, I would pose it another way. What about this? What about that? Point. Counterpoint. For as many facets carved in a gem, I would approach from every angle I could imagine. With every wash of understanding that flowed over, through and around me, I would laugh in delight as it sunk in.
There is nothing to worry about. Nothing. You are safe. You are part of a love that spans the universe and beyond, from forever to forever. Life is beautiful. You are alive. You are beautiful. Let each moment’s focus be joyful, because everything is going to be okay. Everything IS okay. This is how life should be lived. Eyes wide open. Heart wide open. Joyful. Each moment a moment of giddy delight.
