Coffee? Toast? Kisses? How to transition from slumber’s sweetness to everyday responsibilities, preserving the wisdom and certainties of Self while activating the personality’s readiness and skills?
On inspiration just after the onset of summer I opted for reading aloud each morning from Coleman Barks’ “A Year with Rumi”. I began in earnest July 1, settling into a chair on the back deck, book in hand. Absorbing the morning cool, I started to speak into the forest, hoping I could harmonize with or at least not disturb Her morning melodies.
” . . .Dawn comes; blindness drains away. Each day is eternity. Do not avoid your suffering. Plunge it into the Nile . . . .”
My inspiration on transitions must have been mistaken. After reading such enticements, why would I want to pull on my collared shirt, clean jeans, and work shoes? I only wanted to sit and reach deeper, to sink into uninterrupted contemplation and heart dreaming.
I encountered the same on July 2 and 3 and 4. I considered giving up the project entirely. But somewhere in the week of July 11, a change occurred. Instead of sitting on the back deck in a chair, I sought the coolness of a stone overlooking the front garden.
On this rock, against the earth, the poetry lifted yet grounded and prepared me. Sensual symbols accompanied by wise verse called me to remember the Heart’s values, to engage the risk and bliss of small sacrifices for the sake of healing. Small gifts to give moment by moment in the everyday world.
Musings on Independence Day, July 4, started this post. What of this closing line in the Declaration of Independence? ” . . .with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.” Two hundred and forty years ago, these 56 men were all in.
What about today? Am I all in on the missions and responsibilities I hold most urgent and dear. With my life, my fortune, and sacred honor?
I play with the notion of this destiny, relying on divine Providence to go all in on climate change solutions and salvaging a livable world. But truthfully I haven’t had the courage to fully imagine the steps and the elegant possibilities.
I talk to myself of balance. And financial responsibilities. And relational ties. Of my current pleasures. Am I falsely or correctly assuming their mutual exclusivity with “being all in?”
Is my reluctance a question of historical timing and the relative magnitude of world crises? Maybe. Although so many issues: climate, poverty, injustice -scream for full commitment.
What about my personal path? My personal timing? Is “all in” what’s meant to be? I sit in initial conversation with my Soul.
Rare are the people I personally know who have chosen the path of full immersion. They command my respect.
Meanwhile I take a step in that direction, carrying questions.