The last two months have been a blur. And by blur, I mean some of what I do remember, I don’t really need to. And some of what I don’t remember… I probably do.
Oy. Such is life as a human being. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so before. Human, that is. Willingly imperfect. There are necessities in life. Perfection just ain’t one of them. Not now… and quite possibly, never again.
A part of me applauds a bit, and jumps around in excitement.
As I make peace with this new way of being an authentic Being, I can’t help but smile. A child – an innocent, wild, happily and sweetly impetuous miracle – brought me to my knees. And he continues to do so. Out of thanksgiving. Gratitude.
Whyso? He watches, listens and does what is oftentimes an adult impossibility: he’s present. I know this because just the other day he attempted (and failed) to abandon ship. He ran for the automatic front doors of the small market we were shopping in. He perfected his trip, fall and slide across dirtied grocery store floors. And then, when his mother looked him in the eye – while buckling him into his car seat – he got her… good.
“Mommy is very frustrated.” I said, shivering in the cold evening air.
“Stop.” He responded, “Think.” A smile lingered on his face.
(And for those of you who have ever watched Blues Clues…)
My monkey had absorbed a lesson that most of us forget. Life gets busy. Oh yes it does. And stuff just doesn’t always go our way. Yet, in the midst of it all… when we’re really frustrated… if we could just stop. Maybe think- if the thinking needs to be done – and then BREATHE. Wouldn’t the burdens be just a little bit lighter?
I say yes. So, dear friends, when it’s all a little blurry… stop (think) and breathe. I hope that the results are simple: a smile on your face or a lightness in your heart. Maybe even both.
Wishing you love, light, and laughter.