(This is Part 2 of a continuing series. Go back to Part 1.)
A great master once said, and I'm paraphrasing, "Whatsoever you find yourself feeling or thinking—celebrate it!"
That is, if you're feeling wonderful—celebrate it! If you're feeling sad—celebrate it! If you're feeling resentful—celebrate it!
What would happen if we truly allowed life to be just the way it is, not intellectually, but rather, really?
Suppose we're feeling confused. I feel that way quite often, since I have no idea what I'm doing. What happens if we just surrender to feeling confused? Or even better, celebrate it...
I'm feeling quite confused tonight. I simply have no idea what's happening in "my" life, or why. I also notice that if being confused is perfectly okay with me, that it doesn't hurt to feel confused. It feels rather nice—if—I'm not resisting the feeling.
I think I'll fall in love with being confused and having no idea what's going on. I might as well, since I spend so much time there.
As far as I can tell, every entity in this universe wants to be appreciated. And that very much seems to include those "entities" inside us that we call thoughts and feelings.
What would happen if we just fell in love with our own confusion? What would happen if we fell down so deeply in surrender to life that every moment became a celebration of whatever-it-was?—life itself.
What would happen if we took every setback, every moment of feeling inadequate, every moment of feeling stuck, every moment of feeling hopeless—and celebrated that face of the Real?
What would happen if we just allowed whatever happened to happen? Let it happen! Do we really know, with our little 3-pound brain that we're so proud of—how Life really should go? Maybe Life should go exactly the way that It goes.
And maybe then, from that surrender, from that deep willingness, our actions would arise from a place of beautiful inspiration inside. And we wouldn't even care what those actions or non-actions were, because we'd be in love with that manifestation of Life whatever it was.
(This is the end of Part 2. Go to Part 3.)
—jim sloman, 4.28.03 for 8.12.03
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