Sometimes inspiration doesn’t come.
Sometimes clear mind seems as far away as the next galaxy.*
Sometimes our thoughts get a little too quiet.
A fog settles in.
In these moments, discomfort can drive us to get busy.
“I’ve got to do something about this!”
“Something must change!”
“I have to work harder!”
“This cannot stand!”
But the “what to do” eludes us, leaving a pallor of shame on our cloud of discomfort. The very mind that seems to be blocking our access, then blaming us for it, then demanding we take action . . . also refuses to show us the way out.
So what do you do when you don’t know what to do?
Allow the stillness.
Notice what it feels like to not know.
Rest some more.
Take a walk.
Watch rain drops splash on a puddle. Notice the sun lighting up a daisy.
Then rest again.
The world offers us plenty of doing.
Sometimes, through an act of uncomfortable grace, Life offers us rest instead.
The sun will burn off the clouds eventually.
Clear mind will return.
In the meantime . . . settle into the fog.
*Did you know that there are ~100 BILLION stars in this galaxy alone? And that there are ~100-200 BILLION more galaxies BEYOND the Milky Way? Kind of makes this moment of personal dullness seem altogether impersonal and relatively small and perhaps not such a Big Deal after all.
The undefended heart is not fragile. In fact, it is the opposite of fragile, because it welcomes and experiences the full impact of being human. The undefended heart doesn’t hide from grief or despair, nor does it shield itself from joy. It simply flows in the stream of What is Actually Happening. The undefended heart is not at the mercy of life. It knows to seek shelter in a thunderstorm and to draw a blanket around itself when the wind blows, but it does not run for cover in a soft spring rain or build a fortress to keep out the breeze. The undefended heart knows that it is worthy of protection, but not at the expense of being fully alive.
In tender moments, it is all too easy to compare ourselves to other people. In fact, few endeavors breed more unnecessary suffering than the act of comparison. Your path ~ and your radiance on that path ~ are specific to you alone. No one else can go the same way you do, nor can you follow the same way as anyone else. When you simply notice the glory in another person, you are witness to a reflection of your own sweet glory, the glory that exists in the very nature of Being. When comparison enters into this noticing, however, your own path becomes obscured, leaving you lost in the woods. The hidden invitation in the midst of this pain is to fall in love with your own and singular expression of Being. It is the only way out of the woods.