What happened? And when exactly did it happen that priorities and sensibilities became warped and
tangled and beyond understanding?
Who decided to choose and impose on others the power of fear over the power of love? Who says to the
generous heart, “Your giving is alarming and therefore cease in such merriment?” Who says to flowers,
“Bloom only from nine to ten?”
All of my life… yes, from my creation… I have been filled with wild imaginings. I have believed in goodness and kindness. I have followed dreams. I have trusted in the Divine essence that blesses and heals. I have always leaned into beautiful creations, tried to honor my own, and desired to always live in ways that called others into their own realm of loving light. And I have witnessed the joy in others by living my life purely, wholly, with grace and with grit… for this is life, by the way, and there are cycles and seasons. I pray that my life means something
more than simply to me. Isn’t there something worthy in my happiness adding to yours? In my pain aiding in your courage to embrace your own? Isn’t there merit in the work of my soul that somehow spills over into the world’s work and blessing?
Recently, the world has tried again to clip my wings. I was told that such wide open wanderings and wide-eyed generosity is a liability. I was told to unpaint my room, to back up, to pack up, and to stop offering others such expansive ideas and imagery. It’s a ‘check in/check out’philosophy… a hurry up, do it fast and furious philosophy. Soulful soaking? Patient presence? Mindful listening? What kind of jargon is that? Just punch
the clock, play by the rules, give no more than is necessary, and for the sake of everyone around you who has mastered this… do get with the program. (They whisper daily in my ears, “There is nothing you can do to change this. There is nothing you can do except your minimum.”)
Meanwhile, I continue to be distracted by the fact that the children want to play, the mourners seek comfort, and the rainbow has risen out of rain.
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