Just A Moment
Jul. 22nd, 2011 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
It is perhaps the oldest of the inner laws, as inescapable as gravity. There is no chance of lifting into any space larger than yourself without revealing the parts you hold closest to your chest.
I spent a good part of the day yesterday clearing up… tidying and straightening up in the bedroom. Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't have taken that long at all except that I'm a fussy bugger that has to have everything just so… so I took down everything from the shelves, unfolded, shook, refolded and restacked them… even made space to put the spare pillows away, and now we have nothing standing on top of the laundry basket.
There was a lot of mutual teasing went on when Mir got home. Not the least of which because I found Mir's passport, right where she said it would be – in other words, she said I had had it, and though I swore up and down I hadn't, she was right. It was in my purple bag, along with other items of clothing that hadn't ever been unpacked and that she was missing too.
My response, apart from being embarrassed, was to make demands about the dirty laundry going into the basket, not onto it or beside it. Mir looked at me with the sweetest grin on her face, and said, "yes ma'am."
It's days like this, moments like this when I feel my heart is at its most open.
No bird can fly
without opening its wings,
and no one can love
without exposing their heart.
It is perhaps the oldest of the inner laws, as inescapable as gravity. There is no chance of lifting into any space larger than yourself without revealing the parts you hold closest to your chest.
I spent a good part of the day yesterday clearing up… tidying and straightening up in the bedroom. Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't have taken that long at all except that I'm a fussy bugger that has to have everything just so… so I took down everything from the shelves, unfolded, shook, refolded and restacked them… even made space to put the spare pillows away, and now we have nothing standing on top of the laundry basket.
There was a lot of mutual teasing went on when Mir got home. Not the least of which because I found Mir's passport, right where she said it would be – in other words, she said I had had it, and though I swore up and down I hadn't, she was right. It was in my purple bag, along with other items of clothing that hadn't ever been unpacked and that she was missing too.
My response, apart from being embarrassed, was to make demands about the dirty laundry going into the basket, not onto it or beside it. Mir looked at me with the sweetest grin on her face, and said, "yes ma'am."
It's days like this, moments like this when I feel my heart is at its most open.
