We had entirely too many full moons this year. We were supposed to discover many important, wonderful things. We were supposed to end up fulfilled and giddy happy.
To be fair, bits of wisdom were delivered to some. Useful ones. But instead of a warm and fuzzy effect, they made us shudder. They made us sober. And rather cold.
What to say…there’s little room for poetry here. Sometimes life is awful and people do terrible things. Even on purpose.
The lesson? Just keep being yourself, try to be smarter about everything, but understand you will remain vulnerable, because if you don’t, you’ll end up a monster. And who wants that.
The interesting bit about this year, I think, is the bit about mirrors.
Apparently, mirrors don’t lie.
And it turns out there are quite a few kinds of mirrors that people and situations hold up for us.
For example, some reflect who we are in the moment, while others show us what we are afraid of or have an issue with.
Very simply, if someone is mean, we have to stop and ask ourselves if what we’re seeing is our own meanness. If we can honestly say we’re not mean, then what we see in the mirror is what we fear. In which case, we have to let go of the fear of others being mean to us…or our being mean to others.
Sometimes what we “see” is good…really good. Still, it may bother us. Which makes for a very interesting analysis as to why.
I promise you, no matter what, it’s a very useful exercise…this identifying of the type of mirror and then figuring out what do with the insight you gain.
Still, what I hear all around are voices calling for a bit of a break from all this wisdom…and calls for peace, wellness, opportunities worthy of investment, authenticity, a bit of real love and real happiness for a change. Not so much struggle, so many hurtings.
To which I say yes…except that we don’t have the option of getting off the carousel so-to-speak unless and until we center in truth…until we summon the courage to be real.
And let us not imagine this getting off the carousel involves a graceful exit.
Nope. It’s an embarrassing fall. And a painful landing in an awkward spot. Bruises are involved.
But…the thing is, after you get up, you’re not spinning anymore. When you move, you do so on your own two feet. You might not know exactly where to go, but you can start walking. And when something calls to you, you can steer yourself in that direction.
It doesn’t sound very glamorous does it? Indeed it is not.
But I think most of us are rather sick and tired by now of superficial things, safe and predictable paths, gold-plated masks that hide stale souls.
Tired of games and shortcuts, of cowards and stealings, of pretending we live when all we do is un-die each day surrounded by props that coddle us into a false sense of comfort.
Emptiness and waste are so vulgar, are they not?
So…from a year crowded with moons and too many difficult, ugly things, perhaps we can take away something worth smiling about. Perhaps we can learn something important from our mirrors, and if we haven’t already done so, risk a fall off that carousel.
Who knows what next year will bring…
Regardless, it’s not enough to believe…we have to be ready to receive that which we want and need.
And so I wish you much more than faith and courage this time around. I wish you to be ready. Like really ready.
“Thus it is said:
The path into the light seems dark,
the path forward seems to go back,
the direct path seems long,
true power seems weak,
true purity seems tarnished,
true steadfastness seems changeable,
true clarity seems obscure,
the greatest seem unsophisticated,
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.”
~ Lao Tzu,
Happy New Year & much love to you all.