Join the Dance

I interviewed for a job recently that sounded perfect for me. When I told my friends about the position they all laughed because it seemed like such a great fit. It turns out it wasn't because the company decided not to proceed with my application. It stings and also doesn't make much sense to me.

I started puzzling out why they didn't hire me, trying to comprehend their reasoning. My therapist told me, "Some things don't make sense and sometimes suffering happens." Ouch. Can that not be true? Thanks. It's interesting to notice how much I don't accept this perspective. I want a reason for everything. I want to know why. Why did a man try to run over pedestrians because he thought they were Muslims? Why did someone open fire on a synagogue during a Passover service? Why did a man shoot elementary school students?

 This picture will make more sense as you keep reading. Photo by Ardian Lumi on Unsplash

There are lots of possible answers -- people are sick, they're hurting, etc. -- but there are many sick and hurting people that don't kill others. Can I allow myself to instead grieve over the fact I don't understand why people act this way? My adult self can rationalize ad nauseam, but the young part of me doesn't understand. Doesn't understand why a job that seemed so perfect slid away, doesn't understand why people disappear, and certainly doesn't understand why people are cruel.

I think part of this is because I prefer to live in denial, or an idealistic fantasy. I mean, I know bad things happen, but I like to rush by them as quickly as I can like walking past foul-smelling garbage. It's hard for me to accept the harshness of life.

In my spiritual tradition, we say God is an acronym. It stands for Generator, Operator, and Destroyer. I can totally get behind the generator and operator part. I'm all about creation and maintenance. The destroyer though? Surely that's not God, is it? It is. Black holes are God and death is God and decay is God. It's painful for me to admit that, I don't want it to be true, but it's true nonetheless. This is the cycle of life, a never-ending rhythm of creation, operation, and destruction.

My spiritual teacher says, "An indivisible cosmic rhythm which started from beginningless time marches ahead to infinity. No creature can remain away from this internal divine flow." He also says that which is beyond the scope of causality is liilá. What we don't understand, what we can't explain, is called liilá. I could spend my life trying to figure out things I'll never have an answer for, or I can give in to the rhythm and join the dance.

I dream of a world where we realize we won't understand everything. A world where we allow ourselves the time and space to grieve the senseless and the tragic. A world where we understand that, too, is God, and that, too, is a part of life. A world where we keep dancing with the universal rhythm.

Another world is not only possible, it's probable.

Liberation from Narrow Spaces

I'm traveling right now so I'm recycling this post about Passover from a year ago.

Jewish holidays affect me – my life seems to sync up with them even if I'm not paying too much attention to the calendar. Right now people are celebrating Passover as well as Easter all over the world. What does that mean for me personally, and why would anyone other than me care? Bear with me – I believe my experience is a universal one so I'm hoping others will benefit from hearing what I'm going through.

As we know, Passover celebrates the Jews' escape from Egypt. The Hebrew word for Egypt, Mitzrayim, also means narrow spaces. That means on a metaphorical level, Passover can also represent the liberation from narrow spaces. In addition to a past event, Passover can also be deeply personal and individual. For many years, that's precisely how I experienced Passover. The regular occurrence is interesting. Like clockwork, at this time of year, life feels narrow. Not only feels narrow, but is narrow. There are many things I choose not to do because the consequence of doing them is too great. There are many foods I choose not to eat because eating them causes my body to hurt. I'm not throwing myself a pity party, I'm merely stating facts.

We can escape narrow spaces. Photo by Andrew Trius on Unsplash.

Always at Passover I fall into a bit of a funk and chafe against restriction. Life is not pleasant during Passover. It's often trying and painful and dark. I'm not saying it's as bad as a refugee fleeing for her life, but everything is relative. Everything is in degrees. I experience a small taste of what my ancestors went through and what many people still go through. However, Passover is not all bad. It's not all plagues and sorrow. It's also joy. It's recognizing the deep, the dark, the painful, the narrow, and the relief that comes from no longer being in that space. It's the thrill of leaving it all behind and being able to roam free. It's not only Passover that celebrates renewal, but obviously Easter too. Christians also celebrate new life and resurrection at this time of year.

Passover and Easter are reminders of all the horrible things people have been through and their transition out of those things. Passover and Easter are holidays that celebrate hope and courage without omitting the pain. I'm not on the other side of my personal Mitzrayim yet, but I know I will reach the promised land, so to speak. I also take heart in a quote from my spiritual teacher who said, “Difficulties can never be greater than your capacity to solve them.” I truly believe that. Right now my difficulties feel insurmountable, but the holidays many of us are celebrating remind me that's not true. The holidays remind me it can take a while, a long, long while, but eventually liberation happens.

I dream of a world where we remember no matter what we're going through, eventually it will pass. A world where we remember we, too, will be liberated from our narrow spaces. A world where we take heart in stories from the past and use them as fuel for the future.

Another world is not only possible, it's probable.

More on Patience and Timing

I'm traveling so I'm recycling this post from almost exactly 10(!!) years ago. 

What’s coming up for me this week is patience and timing. There are some things in life I really, really want. In the past I’ve taken steps to attain those goals and felt impatient/frustrated when I didn’t get what I wanted the very minute I wanted it.

When I moved to California, I wanted a job and apartment and friends immediately. That obviously didn’t happen. I spent much of those seven months feeling frustrated and wanting to beat my head against the wall. I think about how I scoured Craigslist hourly, looked at every media job bank available, joined a temp agency, used my connections, etc. I did everything I possibly could to become employed and felt SO aggravated when it didn’t happen right away. Now I look back and laugh because clearly things happen when God wanted them to, not when I did. And that’s what I’m learning, that’s where patience comes in for me: acceptance of someone else’s timeline.

Sometimes life moves at the speed of a tortoise. Photo by Luca Ambrosi on Unsplash

I see how God has a timeline and it more than likely does not match up with mine. I mean, really, I joined a temp agency and didn’t get a stitch of work. Not a single job. I have to laugh because clearly it all happened when God deemed fit.

It’s a lesson I’m applying to my current situation as well. I really want to be in a relationship. I really want a companion in my life. I get out a lot, I know tons of people, I’m on a dating website, but it’s not happening. I’m doing everything a person can possibly do but it’s not manifesting. Here’s the thing. It’s not up to me. Not really. The timing has to be right, not just for me but also for whomever I’m going to end up with. My life is clearly guided by a force greater than myself, a force that knows what’s in my best interest and that’s something I’m learning to accept.

I guess what I’m saying is I finally accept there are some things (many things) I do not control. Many things, like timing, are out of my hands. And in my mind acceptance is a synonym for patience. I accept I’ll be in a relationship when God deems it time; I accept I’ll get to the front of the line at the bank when I do; I accept the bus will come when it does. When I accept what life is I feel patient. I can either beat my head against the wall in frustration or I can enjoy what’s before me.

I choose to accept my life as it is, to feel content with what’s here. I choose to enjoy my situation, feel satisfied with the present moment, and know everything has a timeline and will eventually blossom. I choose to savor every drop of my life because this moment is all I have. I know some things take a while and I’m finally willing to wait.

I dream of a world where we recognize things happen according to God’s timeline and in the meanwhile the best we can do is enjoy what is. I dream of a world where each person is filled with ease and patience and joy. A world that caters to our best interest as opposed to instant gratification. A world where patience is valued, where we’re willing to wait for what we want.

Another world is not only possible, it’s probable.

We are the Storm

You know how people say most of the things they're afraid of never happen? The opposite is true for me -- most of the things I've feared have happened. Not the fleeting, "I'm scared I'll miss my flight" things, but the "I'm scared I'll be broken into" things. The recurring fears, the ones that cause my stomach to roil and my chest to constrict. I want to take a moment here to recognize my fears are of a privileged white woman. I totally understand other people lead tougher lives than I do, with fears greater than mine. I understand I have a relatively easy, cushy life. I'm not here to get into a competition about that. Rather, the point of this post is to talk about fear and resilience.

For much of my life I've braced myself for terrible things. I've done my best to ward them off but they happened anyway. And because they happened, I feel less afraid now. I no longer have to fear the worst because the worst has happened and I've lived to tell the tale. It also means I know how to take care of myself in challenging times. If I have to endure a hardship again, I will because I did before.

Researcher and storyteller Brené Brown writes about this character trait, resilience, in her book Rising Strong. She said, "While vulnerability is the birthplace of many of the fulfilling experiences we long for -- love, belonging, joy, creativity, and trust, to name a few -- the process of regaining our emotional footing in the midst of struggle is where our courage is tested and our values are forged. Rising strong after a fall is how we cultivate wholeheartedness in our lives; it’s the process that teaches us the most about who we are."

Can I find calm amidst the storm? Or better yet, become the storm? Photo by NASA on Unsplash

Check and check. I used to think of myself as a scaredy cat. As someone sensitive and fragile. But after everything I've been through, I'm moving closer and closer to feeling fearless because what else do I have to be afraid of? I've already surmounted many obstacles in my life. At this point I'm confident I have the tools to get through anything. I have evidence to prove my feelings won't kill me, even if feeling them sometimes is excruciating. And I continue to turn to my spiritual practices.

My spiritual teacher says over and over again if a person takes shelter in the Supreme, they need not be afraid of anything in this world. That the divine is "more courageous than the most courageous and braver than the bravest. Those who take shelter in [the divine] are therefore bound to acquire these qualities: courage, bravery, chivalry, and so on. Once endowed with such qualities, what is there to fear?"

I'm a human being so I still fear many things, but I know the more I lean into the presence of my higher power, the better I feel. The more I surrender, the more I recognize everything is an expression of an infinite loving consciousness; the more relaxed I become and also the more fearless. There's a quote floating around about how the devil whispered in a warrior's ear: "You're not strong enough to withstand the storm." And then the warrior responded, "I am the storm." That's what it feels like right now. May we all feel that way.

I dream of a world where we recognize our resilience. A world where we recognize our ability to tackle all the challenges coming our way. A world where we become more and more fearless because we understand not only are we strong enough to withstand the storm, but that we are the storm.

Another world is not only possible, it's probable.