The lightness of being that flows from the heart and mind of the mystic is very different than the sometimes disconcerting absolute self-confidence of the religious believer… the mystic has seen beyond the truth of any particular tradition because she has directly experienced… a depth-dimension of reality that transcends all personal, religious, political, and cultural differences—
the challenge is to level set, to be comfortable with the undone, with the cycle of never-ending. We were trained to finish our homework, our peas and our chores. Today, we’re never finished, and that’s okay.
“I found that to tell the truth is the hardest thing on earth, harder than fighting in a war, harder than taking part in a revolution. If you try it you will find at times sweat will break upon you. You will find that, even if you succeed in discounting the attitudes of others to you and your life, you will wrestle with yourself most of all, fight with yourself, for there will surge up in you a strong desire to alter the facts, to dress up your feelings. You will find that there are many things you don’t want to admit about yourself and others. And yet there is no more exciting adventure than trying to be honest in this way. The power that sweeps over you when you’ve done it makes you know that.”
Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, what the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang sauchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale might move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it…
“You’re not destined or chosen, I wish I could tell you that you were if that would make it easier, but it’s not true. You’re in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough.”—Celia speaking to Bailey in The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
Remember when the United States stock market crashed a few years back? You know, the implosion famously featuring credit default swaps and collateralized debt obligations? Does it seem strange to you that all those experts who couldn’t predict the economic collapse are still on television giving advice and offering predictions?
The people who were wrong continue to work because they provide you with an illusion of knowledge, a belief that the market can be understood by one person, and that person’s understanding can become your understanding. They continue to claim insight into chaotic, impossibly complex nebulae of shifting data, and they continue to profess powers of divination even though research shows they are slightly less reliable than a coin toss. They can still get paid to squawk because they continue to make their claims with confidence. No one wants a sage who deals in maybes.
Today is the last day of my cleanse. I feel amazing! I don’t remember the last time that my body felt this awake.
My hand fracture has healed phenomenally. I am sleeping better. I am waking up early and feeling ready to go. I am working better. My mind feels clear. I have been able to meet goals beyond my diet.
This has been a wonderful experience. I am a convert to the clean program. I am sure I will be doing it again and again.
Now comes the challenge of integration. I feel like a great thing about clean is that I do have to learn how to eat while on the program. This should help me to make day-to-day choices.
It is my intention to stay in touch with how my body feels. This way I should be able to notice when my diet is not optimal. I am also intending to go on the elimination diet for one week each month as well as having a “fast” day once a week.
We tell stories to continue ourselves. We all think an exception is going to be made in our case, and we’re going to live forever. And being a human is actually arriving at the understanding that that’s not going to be. Story is there to just remind us that it’s just okay.
On this mother’s day I woke up in the house that my mother has tended for the last 25 years. It was pure joy to walk out of the room and find her in conversation with my beloved, my dear wife and the mother of my child – celebrating her very first mother’s day. I was able to witness the pattern of Grace that fills my heart with abundance.
Two women who are spiritual warriors above anything else. Two women who are a source of love and light to anyone who comes even close to them. They are my example and my aspiration. My heart sings a song of praise and gratitude to the divine forces - to the Divine Mother herself – for this confluence of blessings, for making herself so palpably visible through every stage of my life.
I am the luckiest son in the world, and this is what I share with my son, he is the luckiest son in the world.
Thank you mami and thank you Samantha for being instruments of Grace!