The wish to be exactly as you are

Dandilion

Who you are is just right.  You don’t have to bend yourself into a pretzel trying to be someone else.  You don’t have to work so hard trying to stuff yourself into a tiny little box that is never going to fit.  “But I am a dandelion,” you say, “and it is so much better to be a rose.”  It is wonderful to love the beauty of a rose, to celebrate its magnificence.  But that doesn’t mean that you are any less magnificent for being an iris (which sometimes smell like grape soda), or a crocus (the Harbinger of Spring), or a dandelion (which keep the bees alive).  Your way is just right.  Are there things you can learn and appreciate from All the Other Ways?  Of course.  Is the world a far more beautiful place for all that variety?  You bet.  “Perhaps if someone cared enough to put dandelions in a vase,” you think, “or tie up a dozen of them with a wide red ribbon, and give them as a gift, I would be important.”  But if you pause for a moment, you might notice all the young children who proudly pick a rumpled up handful of dandelions to give to someone they love.  You might notice that your sturdy presence feeds the bees (who pollinate the world and make the honey) all season long.  You might notice that you are the one who receives the wishes of all the hopeful hearts and carries them into the world.

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Rafia Rebeck, MEd, MA, LPCC, is trained in the Hakomi Method of Psychotherapy. She offers a warm, sincere, and safe approach for those who seek personal transformation through mindfulness. Please feel welcome to get in touch by contacting rafiarebeck@gmail.com.  If this blog postcard was meaningful for you, please feel free to share it with others who may benefit.

Comparison: The Path to Nowhere

grass pathIn 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.