Perhaps most of us find it more difficult to ask for help than to give help. Easier to see ourselves as strong and having something worth sharing rather than seeing ourselves as weak and needy. Yet here we are, under our prideful facades, receiving, receiving, receiving. All we need to survive every minute from conception to the moment when our body no longer carries our life flows to us.
I write to myself: if you're reading this, you have enough, even if you feel bad and blue.
My friend Judy mentions the image of calm in the deep ocean and busy excitement in the waves on the surface. She points out how we simultaneously have both calm and excitement in our lives, and we can see either element, or both, depending on our choice of thoughts, our noticing, our point of view.
We take such pride in what we give. Do we forget to notice the much greater gift we constantly receive?
Yesterday the morning sky tinted the whole world pinky-salmon, and by mid-afternoon the air temperature rose into the low seventies. Today clouds and rain. Wind coming, and cold. Weather, like the ocean waves, is part of the busy surface stuff of the world.
No comments:
Post a Comment