The truth is, I don't feel the need to
generate MORE; whether it be more
peace or joy, more love or money, more connection or spiritual quiet. I
find myself overwhelmed (in a good way) by the experience of ENOUGH and though I love learning
and growing and expect to do so till the day I die, right here and now, I
acknowledge the joy I feel, the contentment, the abundance of my life, without
the need to focus on the doing, experiencing, practicing required for my life to
be MORE.
And, admitting the joy that I feel, in the midst of so much
worldwide and next-door suffering, feels wrong, somehow. My childhood voices
chorus, "pride goes before a fall" you know. Claiming pervasive happiness
does seem to fly in the face of the spiritual thought that, life-is-suffering and
Christ-like, to boot.
For a moment, I feel bad.
Still, I choose to
embrace being whole, perfect and complete, without feeling ashamed of owning that I love my life—just the way
it is and just the way it is not-- knowing that my happiness does not result
from my external situation, as much as it depends upon the experience that I
choose to create, in the midst of it.
* * *
Would love to hear your stories of Joy and Contentment and
Light as we head into the nighttime of the year.
May the Joy of the Season light the fire that will burn
brightly through the dark and quiet days of winter.
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