“Every blade of grass has it’s angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.” The Talmud
I am often mystified on how the past permeates my present thoughts. It’s not so much the big things anymore. Granted, divorce, death and many other crisis or trauma definitely intertwine into the making of us, but hopefully through God’s grace, we get through it. However, it’s the little things that sneak up on me that tend to have a greater effect over time. Over the years, and brick by brick the walls of judgment escalate as to how things “should be” or how things “should work.” It’s the plaster and sheetrock that keep my reality in place that concern me. The past words, thoughts and habits that live in my head and point me to the endless decisions I make every day. Is my heart clouded?
After trying to re-create my world “within the little white picket fence” of where I thought my safety was and having it explode in my face, on numerous attempts, I realize that I do need to de-construct every day. What I thought was so right yesterday, last week, or even a year ago, are subject to my growth yes– but my heart—cannot be reasoned with. My brain can re-wire, but my heart has to heal. While I would like to think that mentally I am over something, my heart may say something totally different. Unfortunately while this cloud exists I cannot possibly see the nature of God.
I find myself asking more and more lately, why does it have to be this way? Just because I have always followed a particular pattern, train of thought or feeling, is it necessarily the one that weaves through the greater part of nature and joy itself? Is this the path that restricts or is this the path that leads to possibilities of endless imagination? Have I locked the greater part of myself within a tomb without realizing it? Am I scattering my energies throughout my daily life or focusing my energy towards introspection and trusting my true nature to show me a better way, a more clear way?
There is so much to learn from. Even the smallest and simplest of greetings on the street within a timeframe of a second are a part of us. They speak to our heart. Are we listening? These minuscule happenings in every moment re-create us, heal us and have the potential to open our eyes to a new world and sometimes—truly seeing for the first time.
“It is far wiser to ask for a question than an answer. When you think you have all the answers, it simply means you have run out of questions.” (Leonard Jacobson – Words from Silence: An Invitation to Spiritual Awakening)
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