I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Be yourself
“The mistake ninety-nine percent of humanity made, as far as
Fats could see,
was being ashamed of what they were;
lying about it, trying to be somebody else.”
J.K.
Rowling, The Casual Vacancy
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I think most of us have a moment,
now and again,
when we look in the mirror
and don’t like the person we see there
very much at all
at all
We have tried so hard
with work and accomplishments
to erase shame, hatred, cruelty, silence, ignorance,
discrimination, low self-esteem or immorality.
But all we manage to do is cover it up,
with a thin veneer
that always at some point
rubs thin
and then, there we are
our worst flaw, showing through the thin skin
of our failed façade
we can only fool ourselves for so long
often for far less time than we can fool others
who see us for who we are
others often know our “story” our “narrative” better than we
know it ourselves
Each day I have the honor of seeing people meet themselves
Some days, I have the privilege of meeting myself
Sometimes there is pain in these meetings
A sick feeling deep in the stomach
A tightness in the chest
At that moment there is only one hope
It is not found in denying, or seeking to run away from what
we see
the only hope is to become ever more aware of our whole self
the bad, yes
but also the good, for there is always good (or so I
believe)
and then with compassion for others, and self
forgiveness, for others, and self
begin with sacred help
to change our story
we cannot change the past
but we can change the future
and we can live
with a dignity
that lead us forward
nothing will ever erase the past
be we can move
every closer to that clear, bright, place
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