All of life is a spiritual experience if that be our choice. The dig-a-little deeper part of that is exactly how we find our sliver of gold. The painful (oh-so-human-feels-like-humiliation-to-me) experiences we each have, must have, are not, as they look on the face of it, evidence that we are "never going to get there" (which we aren't, but that's a whole 'nother story).
This is all about my two-and-a-half day stay at the hospital. I SO want to write "at the hospital from hell," but that's just staying in the material experience. Right there is my problem and the difference between going for the gold and staying with the brass. The gold is for my soul, but the brass is funnier. Plain and simple.
I have stories...OMG, I have stories. You will never believe the stories I have unless you have done your time there. Which makes my point. I will have to totally trash the place in telling my truth about it, and unless you've been there, what does it matter? It'll be good for a hoot, you'll forget it, but in the telling, I'll have embraced it...made it mine to repeat...repeatedly. There is no love there, not to mention that the very retelling becomes addictive and corrodes the soul.
According to me, our life's direction is to Love AND Laugh...if we're loving and laughing, we're laughing with. If we're only laughing, chances are excellent that we're laughing at. Again, there is no love there.
As Fr Richard Rohr wrote in his today's "Daily Meditation," The all-important point, however, is that if your primary motivation is to love, there is no such thing as failure--except in your failure to draw love from an ever deeper level.
The ever deeper level may be the place where laughter dwells.
Thank you.
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