Better late than never, I often tell myself. Last week I sent an email and promised you a mediation on Sunday. Today is Wednesday. I had a choice in how to engage myself related to my failure to meet the deadline I set for myself. When I said “on Sunday” I believed completely that was possible. Then we couldn’t find a campsite and sat for two unexpected hours of traffic due to a wreck in remote Idaho. We took a wrong turn because we couldn’t have known there wouldn’t be a cell tower for 100 miles. On Saturday night we pulled over on the side of road at 10 pm so our children could sleep. It’s starting to sound like I’m making excuses, which, maybe, a part of me is. But mostly, I am practicing compassion for myself and the mystery of Life always surprising and terrifying us.
How do we love ourselves in the face of doing our best, even when it doesn’t work out the way we expected?
The question applies to our meditation today. It asks us to hold loosely our attachment to outcomes while simultaneously blessing our human capacity to envision something different. It asks us to recognize the utterly okayness of right now, while being bold enough to hope for more. It honors our never-separateness from a force greater than our own efforts alone and invites us to participate in the dreaming of God through us, even when we find ourselves sleeping on the side of the road. Because - plot twist - we might wake up before the most breathtaking beauty we couldn’t have imagined for ourselves.
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MAY WE TRUST IT WILL BE SO
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