This has been a reflective week, one of self scrutiny and self criticism. I go through these weeks from time to time. They drain me and it seems as though I will never get the old energy back. Then suddenly the fog lifts and I see the wordless truth of things written across the sky in wisps of clouds. Why do I keep forgetting this truth, I wonder? Why can I not embrace it all simply as it is and let that be enough? Why do I incessantly cycle back and forth between this deep, wondrous awareness and my mini self with all her baggage, insecurities and fears?
My why had no sooner flown out into the universe than synchronicity, in the form of an email with a link, brought me this blog post from one of my favorite writers, Karen Maezen Miller:
"When you are unable to understand, there is no why.
When you are unable to accept, there is no why.
When you are unable to forgive, there is no why.
When you are unable to rest, there is no why.
When you are unable to find peace, there is no why.
All the noise and trouble, the rabble and riot, all the anger, the hate, the arrogance, the self-righteousness and blame, the learned opinions and reasoned explanations, the justifiable fear and rampant paranoia, are nothing but the ignorant invention of why.
But there is no why.
In the garden, old redwoods mingle with day-old dragonflies, and there is
no question of why."