There I was, answering one person about another with a less-than-complimentary but truthful comment–and Surprise! That person I described was in the room and heard me.
Remember the awful feelings of grade school playground dramas? Yep, suddenly I did too. The thing is, I know better than that. And I act better than that.What I said was true, it was not malicious, and it was honest. The only thing is, if I had known the person could hear I would not have said it–because it was also painful.
Although the individual changed their behavior, I know better than to behave the way I did about it. Names will not be mentioned, to protect the innocent–which is certainly not me.
My friend Wendy has a wonderful theory about when this happens. Sometimes we need an angelic boot to the head (ok, I am paraphrasing) in order to grow to the next level. Sometimes we give, sometimes we receive (in my most recent case I gave), but both parties facilitate this chance to learn and grow if we let it. Those Oh-Crap moments are actually divine.
If I were to remain stuck in the past, in the I-can’t-believe-I-did-that portion, I don’t get to move forward and see the higher good. By embracing the hugely uncomfortable part of where I screwed up, I can empty my ego and open to the growth lesson. It also changes my attitude toward the other person from frustration to compassion.
Sometimes both parties work through this together, and sometimes it is two solo processes. Currently I’m working on this one myself while I send prayers to the other party. And then I have to let it go.
The thought that the angels give us these situations because we are each ready for a growth opportunity comforts me. It makes me feel better than the idea of taking a bad situation and making something good out of it, which by the way is not a bad way to look at it either. Seeing the Divine in the Oh-Crap elevates it to Holy.
Here’s a quote from Rumi that stopped me in my tracks:
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
We call what we love our passions, our hobbies–and we look to retirement when we can then devote singular time to them. Because of course I can’t quit my job and pursue my (insert interest here)! I mean really, how would I put groceries on the table for my family?!? Raise your hand if this is true for you. (Hang on while I go buy a lottery ticket.)
Notwithstanding practical responsibilities like food, clothing, and shelter, I just realized we don’t have to choose between that and our hobbies. If my passion and dream is to support myself and my family by raising bees and selling honey, I can do that now. Truly. And it doesn’t mean I quit my accounting job at this point. I do both! I live my hobby at the same time that I live my paying job, and give both importance and value.
What happens is that I become so happy, fulfilled, and successful at my passion, that I consider that to be my job! I might pull a paycheck from something else, but the beauty of what I love is what I “do”. And who knows what it will lead to? It opens the door for me to be able to downsize to one job, and look! The bees are now supporting myself and my family! Who knows…?
Don’t wait. But don’t force. Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. The rest will flow.
Recently I was in the position to righteously and rightfully say “I told you so!”–and didn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, I was all over spewing the words. My mouth opened up wide with the retort right on my lips for the group to hear–and I swear an angel snapped it shut for me. That same angel then transformed my growing smile of giddiness from being publicly right, into instead beaming support for my husband (my I-told-you-so target) as he had his Aha moment. It was as if I were standing next to myself watching this happen.
It’s not about the manifestaion, in this case weed killer and mulch. It’s also really not about being right, or being recognized as such. This is about shared emotional space with my loved one, and it was my own Aha moment.
Often I desire to be on the same wavelength with another, very much so with my husband. This includes a verbal or even situational plane, and now I see an energetic one. Yes, conversation and words bring union. So does participating in a common activity or position. However, silently standing in grace and seeing it energetically received, acknowledged, and returned elevates the shared space to sacredness. I credit my husband with his participation in this energetic exchange. Whether he is conscious of it or not, his soul is.
Many times we silently send it out. The gift is when we experience the exchange. That is indeed sacred grace.
If curiosity killed the cat, it’s only because that kitty wanted to know what was on the other side! Our curiosity keeps us alive, vibrant, excited, and engaged in life. In the moment, it makes you smile more and feel ten pounds lighter.
I love that the name of the NASA Mars rover is Curiosity. Yes, I set the alarm and got up at o’dark thirty to watch the broadcast. Was I disappointed? No–I would have been disappointed if I had not acted on my interest, even if it perhaps seemed small at the time.
Mars is pretty big stuff. So is what I learned this weekend right here on Earth. I’ve spent my entire dog-loving life assuming that they drink water a certain way, and my mind was blown when I learned it’s actually the complete opposite of what I believed. (How in the world does their tongue flip backwards?!?)
Now, I know it’s less about the dog drinking water and more about my previously held beliefs being shaken. It’s along the lines of mentally switching from a flat Earth to a round one. But it’s curiosity that makes it so fun! Approaching things from that space, rather than a space of needing to be correct, cultivates awe and wonder.
Honor your curiosity, and have an awesome and wonderful day! See, you’re smiling already. And your jeans fit better.
Visiting with a lovely mother of five adult children, she described her painting hobby. “I do art,” she declared.
That was last year. I was lucky enough to catch up with her this summer, and she spoke again of her passion. “I am an artist,” she said.
This beautiful woman described how much she anticipates going into her space every day and picking up her brushes. She is astounded, never dreaming she would have ever been able to give so much life to her passion. This woman positively beams with appreciation and gratitude, and is a tremendous joy to be around. Her soul shines.
She recognizes her transition from “I do art” to “I am an artist.” She knows that we do not need to earn our passions in order to call ourselves by them. Each of us already is that which we aspire to be–all we have to do is allow.
What is your secret passion or interest? Allow yourself to have it out loud! Someday is today, it says so on the calendar. (Go look!) It is already owned by you–now claim it. Start by saying “I am…” Let your soul shine.