Still Waters
Jul. 14th, 2011 08:45 pmFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
When still enough and clear enough others can also see through to our bottom. It makes love possible again. But paradoxically, when someone is moved to reach for us, their fingers stir things up, sending ripples everywhere, and we and they can often lose sight of what matters.
Love is always possible. Nothing can 'make love possible again' but being able to see clearly, to understand and to listen beyond your own current frustrations and hurts make the expression of love possible. I just wanted to make that correction.
Take last night for example, both Mir and I were hurting over the death of Vala, and there were some snappy moments… times when neither of us were seeing the love clearly, seeing past our own hurts, but the important thing – I think – in all of this is that we were each the one the other person reached for. We managed not to lose sight of what was important.
Today, as I type this, I'm making the last minute preparations for the trip home. My waters are /all/ churned up with frustrations and worries and my usual, 'what the hell have I forgotten to pack?' that's always there… packing is the one part of going home that I don't like… but it's always the one thing that makes it all very real. I'm packed now, and going to try and get some sleep. I have to be up at an ungodly hour in the morning to go and get the coach to the airport – and there's a whole other pond full of muddy water.
God leads me to still waters
that restore my spirit
-Psalm 23
When still enough and clear enough others can also see through to our bottom. It makes love possible again. But paradoxically, when someone is moved to reach for us, their fingers stir things up, sending ripples everywhere, and we and they can often lose sight of what matters.
Love is always possible. Nothing can 'make love possible again' but being able to see clearly, to understand and to listen beyond your own current frustrations and hurts make the expression of love possible. I just wanted to make that correction.
Take last night for example, both Mir and I were hurting over the death of Vala, and there were some snappy moments… times when neither of us were seeing the love clearly, seeing past our own hurts, but the important thing – I think – in all of this is that we were each the one the other person reached for. We managed not to lose sight of what was important.
Today, as I type this, I'm making the last minute preparations for the trip home. My waters are /all/ churned up with frustrations and worries and my usual, 'what the hell have I forgotten to pack?' that's always there… packing is the one part of going home that I don't like… but it's always the one thing that makes it all very real. I'm packed now, and going to try and get some sleep. I have to be up at an ungodly hour in the morning to go and get the coach to the airport – and there's a whole other pond full of muddy water.