The line what was it that you thought needed to be loved comes to me when I find that I've invited a fear into my consciousness...not a fear of such as cancer or dementia, but a common-as-dirt fear, like looking dumb in public, getting caught putting on airs...that kind of fear, the "soft" fears.
Unsurprisingly, those fears are harder to love than the "hard" fears of cancer or dementia, obviously because coming to love cancer, et al., when we don't have them, is purely in the abstract.
Ah, but common or soft fears live in our ego and visit at their pleasure, any hour of the day or night. It helps to think of them as the human condition.Our job is not to be rid of them forever and ever, an ego-wish if ever there was one, but to give them breathing room.
For instance, when, not if, I again find myself mentally knowing I am better than Gertrude, I count myself blessed when I quick remember that this is fear, i am resisting that which i fear, I can love this...thank you. Then turn my thoughts to lilies of the valley, Ruckus romping around Heaven, or what I'm going to have for dinner...which, who's kidding whom, works best.
What I particularly like about giving my ego fears breathing room is it reminds me that I need beware of trying to be so spiritual that I fault myself for being human. Love, laugh and move on is the goal.
Face it, if it weren't for humans, God wouldn't have any laughs at all.
Thank you.
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