Thursday, January 7, 2016

For When Your Wheels Get Stuck in the Mud

For When Your Wheels Get Stuck In The Mud
Do you ever feel like the world is rusting on your watch? I do. I’m convinced that if I just had a magic wand or a sword or a few more hours I could right every “wrong.”

But I don’t. And I can’t.

Feeling your limitations hurts.

My first instinct is to push harder and faster. To rail and rebel. To “never say die.”

But that doesn’t always solve the problem. Often it just leaves my wheels spinning in the mud and my head and my heart drained.

So often we perceive there to be a fine line between quitting and acceptance. But that’s like calling Mt. Kilimanjaro a hill.

Quitting involves finality, acceptance does not. Quitting means walking away, acceptance means engaging with what is.

Today, acceptance means acknowledging that I am neither a soothsayer or a fortune teller. It means that I cannot interpret the mysteries of the deep or of the divine.

It means that what I see as absence may indeed be abundance and what I see as brokenness may be a kind of wholeness that I know nothing about.
Mr S goes home in 8 days. This morning he was looking for soy sauce to put on his breakfast sweet potato and was dismayed to find out that we were all out. We’re going to miss the little salt fiend! To learn more about him, please contact
Mr S outside

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