(I didn’t know what picture to use for this post. So, here are these chickens we raised, and kind of loved, but we’re really glad they live at my sister’s house now.)
Warning! Obviously, I’ve got a burr under my saddle, and lest you think I’m letting it stay and fester, I’m not. I’m processing.
I. Am. Love.
But sometimes love has a thing or two to say. As it should. With recent world, nation, local, personal events creeping up I’ve been thinking and writing my brains out. This is meant to end well. Ha! Hopefully it does. Here we go…
I try not to, and I don’t think I’ve ever REALLY hated. No, I don’t think so. It’s just one of those things I know in my gut doesn’t sit well, long or ever with me. In fact, just writing the word, “hate” makes me feel horrible, like Hexus from Fern Gully. Remember that guy? Oozing his way through the rainforest, leaving a path of devastation in his wake? And those poor little fairies and their poor little mushroom and flower houses?! So sad. Well, it’s no good, I say. No good at all.
It’s really such a powerful word, isn’t it? A sharp word. A jagged word. Just looking at it up there all by itself (emphasis on “All. By. Itself.”) gives me a physiological response. It makes my stomach sick.
Can you imagine the space it takes up energetically to hate an entire group of people or ONE person based on religion, sexual orientation, age, race, color, which side of the street someone lives on, political views, diet preference???!!! (that one is more real than you might think…) We can’t afford it energetically. Not on an individual basis and not as a human race. Creativity, innovation, healing, serving, growing, improvement, inspiration etc. Our potential for all of these things is diminished when we let hate or any of its counterparts creep into our experience. We can hate our bodies, hate our neighbor, hate the government, hate presidential candidates, hate countries… The list can be endless if we let it be. Why do we do this? Who is it serving? If we hold these emotions inside of us, we become the epicenter of the emotion.
Epicenter: noun – a point, directly above the true center of disturbance, from which the shock waves of an earthquake apparently radiate.
The epicenter is where the most devastation is created. NOTE: WE DON’T EVER WANT TO BE THIS KIND OF EPICENTER! Not the negative kind. We are all epicenters, but we can choose what we radiate. What our ripple effect is. How about love? Mmmm… Mama likes that one.
“Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.” -Albert Einstein
I really like this. This quote fills me with hope 99% of the time I read it. It’s sciencey too which means I really, really like it. But, it scares the crap out of me 1% of the time when I think about when I have been or am living in a negative space. Can we afford to carry negative emotions around with us if what we carry with us attracts and radiates more of the same? Heck no, man! The repercussions are way too scary.
But let’s be real. Hate, offense, bitterness, anger, jealousy, etc. make their way into our hearts to some degree. They just do sometimes. It’s part of being a human and experiencing ourselves, others and the world around us. Gosh… So what do we do? I don’t think any of us really want to attract and radiate more of the same of that kind of stuff. I may not have the perfect answer. I’m a newbie everyday at being a human being and being me, but here’s my answer. Take it or leave it.
My work, my practice lately, is first to just be aware of how I feel. To be SO aware of it. Free from distraction and numbing, AWARE of it. Be aware of how it makes me feel physically, emotionally, spiritually. Then look at it objectively, and start to ask some questions. Start to process it. The minute I begin to do this I begin to let it go, and letting it go is vital.
I have a small sampling for you of what occasionally is the volcano of my mind. So, uh, be kind…
“Hey there, little guy! You’re feeling pretty gnarly. You feel HORRIBLE. You feel really stingy and hurt (or whatever emotion). This feels like H-E-double hockey sticks, girl. What should we do about it?……… I know! Let’s have a treat! Wait… Yes!…. No. Yes! Let’s have a treat………. Hmmm. Still hurts. This just sucks. And it’s heavy. And Hexus-y. Oh, whoa… REALLY Hexus-y. Breathe… Breathe… Breathe… Okay… Now… Be still. Ask our questions… (This is the part I try to get to.) How is this emotion serving us? And… What would love do?”
You know what? Whenever the emotion I feel is negative, for the life of me I can’t come up with a valid reason for how it’s making anything better and how love would support it. And actually, I don’t have many more questions than these. That doesn’t mean I’m done processing it though. Definitely not. But every time it starts to bubble up in me I take a breath, feel it, feel how crappy it feels, ask the questions and something gives. It’s my practice. I practice it every day. Sometimes multiple times a day.
In closing, the energy we hold affects us first and hardest. Then it affects those around us. Nothing is truly harbored. It is spread. Be careful in our spreading. We are all one. Let things go. Hate breeds more hate. And fortunately… Love breeds WAY more love. And LOVE always wins.
I love you!
Juicy Jam Session: I left for work on time last Thursday. Promise. But then I ran into some road work as I was driving around Pineview. So, I looked to my left and the sun was rising all sparkley and beautifully over the water. And everything was A-Okay. Traffic started moving again and I was right behind a hay truck driving 10 below the speed limit. Grrr… But little bits of hay were swirling around in the air behind the truck and I imagined it was confetti and I was at a party. So, that made it kind of fun. And the cherry on top, Lovely Day by Bill Withers came on my Spotify radio. Now I was laughing and car dancing in the middle of a SLOOOOOW hay truck party driving down the canyon. And life was pretty dang good, friends. And I was granted an “Excused Late” at work. Ah, yeah…