Sometimes it feels that way …
Even though a boatload of evidence points to the contrary. Perhaps we might take a peek at what we’re closing our eyes to. And, what it’s costing us.
Either way we’re looking, we’re bound to knock some stuff over as we move about the cabin in life. Buckling our seatbelts, we prepare for turbulence — while eagerly anticipating a knockout 30,000‑foot‑high, panoramic view.
Whether life is feeling good — or downright crappy — one way or the other, we’re gonna take the trip. Predisposed to suffer an exuberant supply of red‑alerts. Typically, at the most unwelcome and inconvenient hour.
You awaken at two am. Jolted from sleep, stock‑straight upright — eyes blown open, heart pumping, sweat streaming. Clutching for dear life, onto a tiny sliver of precipice, called queasy unease.
An enormous firepower has blasted a massive hole into your well‑Being: “Look at ME!”, it hollers into the vastness of emptiness.
Your bilious broadcaster loops a few laps around your unconsciousness before finally, exhausted, you give him his propers.
Deepest Heart is calling. In the Silence of the night. Your pride and defenses are laid bare — belly sliced open. Guts on display. Turned inside‑out, squirming and cursing, you shriek full‑throatedly for mercy. Helpless, despairing and utterly exposed.
The Three Twins of Destiny: Unworthiness, Heartache, and Desperate Struggle — each one howling out HER AGONY — asking only that you take notice. Offer a simple glance in her direction.
Take her into your arms.
The scorching hot blast of refusal slams on the brakes.
Your entire body‑breath‑being go quiet. Surrendering their fight.
As wretched and wrung‑out as you feel, something inside has busted loose. A cool breeze of relief and peacefulness blows in.
It is the Opening of Eyes Long Closed …
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing.
speaking out loud in the clear air …
It is the man throwing away his shoesDavid Whyte
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
In LOVE with solid ground. Cherished at last …
*Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, “Strawberry Fields Forever”