Learning to make and keep promises usually requires passing many karmic lessons. Sometimes the body, heart, brain and spirit are inundated as we dunk ourselves in a hot water scrub followed by a cold rinse in the cosmic laundry. The most painful part is being put through the wringer and then emotionally hung out to dry, abandoned by those we mistakenly believed were an unconditional, loving ‘support system’.
Love is the incomparable free flow of acceptance that deepens understanding by connecting diverse perspectives.
Love is not relative.
Take care in loving today.
Yesterday I made the decision to refocus my energy for the coming months. Rather than writing, the desire of my heart is to create and facilitate. So, save fulfilling my commitment to this blog –to squeeze a minimum of 111 new words out of my heart, mind and spirit and get them onto paper every day—that’s what I’ll be doing. While this was a positive choice that was made out of self-love to focus on well-being and Purpose, it was a decision that had the temporal misfortune of running headlong into an emotional tidal wave. Today, following a somewhat soggy day, my task is to wring words from my sponge-like heart to ensure that the tears shed don’t sour.
Spending the day home alone was far from a day of mischief that we sometimes think of with those two words. While productive, it wasn’t ‘fun’ and more than a few minutes were spent thinking about the Vipassana retreat, 101-days ahead in my present ‘pending’. In the silence as I contemplated 10-days of utter silence, in a room with people who are not permitted to look at one another, I began to think about how we mere mortals are members of a paradoxical species.
Have you ever thought it sounded arrogant that we call ourselves ‘homo sapiens sapiens’, knowers who know? Was it per chance a moniker we gave ourselves as something to strive for? How many people do you know who assert that they know and yet live their lives deep in the fear of the unknown?
A scientific study was recently published that revealed how the majority of the subjects, people age 18-77 from all walks of life, would rather endure painful electrical shocks than spend ten minutes alone with their thoughts. Why? Because they find what’s going on in their head boring. This led to a deep awareness of why it is that relationship is critical to our health and well-being; our ability to endure; and why loving communication is a requisite for our evolution.
We are a genus that has developed a remarkable ability to express ourselves in a manner that is understandable to others, members of our own species, and to some degree others. I like to think that my cat understands me even though she constantly asserts her will over mine in a dozen different ways, each that proves she’s the boss and I’m her faithful and willing servant!
It seems to me that there are some vital questions we need to be considering with regard to our unique ability to communicate. The reason is that we seem to have a capacity for delusion and misunderstanding, characteristics or habits that often trump clarity and lead to undue suffering.
- How often does our vulnerability keep us from expressing either our knowing or our knowledge in the moment?
- What happens when we fail to question the reality of what we think ‘is’?
- Why are we shocked at the responses that we get when we react and project onto someone else what we think, suspect or feel?
- What are the consequences of expressing ourselves in ways that are tonally disgraceful?
- What is the upshot of being emotionally incomprehensible?
- What falls apart when we speak when we’re mentally frazzled, fuzzed or confused?
- How often does our communication sever rather than connect?
- Have you ever been wounded when someone says something that’s inappropriate to the moment?
- What are the sounds that wound your spirit?
- How often do we react, projecting on another what is an internalised assumption?
- How often do we write and speak in ways that are inconsistent with what we say ‘is’?
Clearly, our challenges as we strive towards conscious compassionate communication are manifold.
Knowing many who’ve changed their birth names, realising that they’d become a mismatch to the person they’ve grown into, it seems to me that it might be helpful to our intent to evolve if a community of positive change agents renamed ourselves. So it was that in imagining the possibilities and potential for my life, our lives and the world we share, I asked myself, what if we dropped the title ‘homo sapiens sapiens’, a name that is a burden, overloaded with vanity’s self-importance and presumption? The sequence denoted in the Mereon Matrix reveals that we are a community of unique humans learning to grow wisdom through speaking with love. I decided to put this string into an English-to-Latin translator, and discovered that our new name, appropriately longer, would be;
‘Hominum dissimilis eruditione proficere sapientia et amore est loqui cum’
It certainly sounds harmonious to my ear.
Can you imagine being a catalyst for an Age of Conscious Compassion that’s been co-created, organised and built with the tools of competence by members of a ‘ReGeneration’?
Can you imagine what your life might be living in an epoch where relational dynamics are determined by the realisation that all life is ‘Family’?
What changes would you experience if ‘relative’ was an absolute statement of belonging?
How often is ‘relative’ that which dictates your degree of caring from one moment to another?
Ask yourself; what’s lost when you abandon love and fail to care, only to learn that your reason was based on a lie?
How often have you learned the truth but decided it was easier to defend your behaviour rather than ask forgiveness and make amends?
How would you feel if a relative, family, friend, acquaintance or stranger cared enough to take care to understand what is, becoming aware of the state of your state of heart and mind before they spoke?
Today may you turn on your inner lights and know what it is to be unitas humanitatis dissimilis cum illuminatur.
[P.S. I clearly reached and overshot my goal of 111 words… 🙂 ]
A friend and I were out walking on Friday late evening when the rising Perigee moon that we didn’t know was happening broke free of the clouds to ignite a swarm of Thoughts and insight.
As we Earth-bound mortals stared at the lunar orb’s beauty, we were inspired by how she softly reflected the sunlight that normally blinds us.
Thinking about how our path is illumined when we face our shadow, the sun behind us, I was suddenly aware that because we only see one side of the Moon’s face, she too flows with the light as she follows her shadow into the unknown.
In capturing this image, I was reminded that every part within a living system waxes and wanes, as birth, growth and death is part of its ebb and flow. We are a whole part of a vibrant continuum and the quality of our life is realised as we inhale, transform and exhale while allowing love to ride the arc of each and every breath.
Compassion is the Pulse, the attractive principle that pushes, pulls and twists us around as forgiveness unfolds to turn and carry us into the Flow that draws us deeper into the Grand Unknown. Riding the cosmic spiral from True North to South and back again, the extraordinary occurs as East and West meet, greet and kiss. And so it is that in the fleeting congress of a single embrace we are free to participate in the regenesis of space and time.
Spinning from inside to out and back again, our greatest opportunity is to nurture the bud of human will into the blossoming white Rose of remembrance. Such intent is something the Universal spirit can cooperate with. Together this fusion generates the courage necessary for acts of loving kindness to be revealed in time as wisdom. This is the source and soul of regeneration, the heart of healing and restitution.
Note: I posted this image yesterday on our Twitter account and we were stunned and delighted to see it was chosen by Huffington Post!