Summer is full of it--life is full of it. We are full of it, aren't we?
I've noticed that if I relax, I can have a front-row seat at the Grand Play without assuming a role in it. There is a certain kind of bliss in this little trick. Nothing happens, I can still think, make judgement calls, feel all kinds of things, but I am not lost. Ever. No matter what longing, avoiding or balancing I may be indulging in the moment, a substrata is clearly evident as the bedrock in which all this is ultimately snuggled. Everything and everyone falls, but is held in an immeasurable embrace. I am by turns happy, touching sadness, and laid out with awe at this fact.
Relaxing is a given, is what we are doing all the time at the bottom, but is much easier conceptualized than allowed. Relaxing into the play, I am not in control, or confined to a particular emotion or response. Anything is possible, nothing is permanent. There is a reason people speak of riding the roller-coaster, the wave, the wind. Not fighting the flow is a kind of cooperation which simply begets more enjoyment--easier currents, allover wisdom. Enjoyment, I think, is what this is all about. Even great loss, experienced fully, adds incredible dimension to this being--right in the face of the thought that subtraction is what's happening. I have no idea how this can be, but it is.
There is only one word for it...good.
A very good drama, indeed. :)
Welllll, I'd sure like a front row seat at *your* window - seeing things the way you do, with such clarity! I think I have hung too many draperies in my window :)
ReplyDeleteIt is seen, however, that there is a difference between 'story' and *drama.* It's as if we are all being 'storied' and yet somehow we turn it into a personal drama.
I'm enjoying your view :)
Heart Hugs - Christine
I LOVE THIS POST!!! Thank you Dearest Maria. xoxo -L.
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