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O Wondrous creatures,
By what strange miracle
Do you so often
Not smile?
– HAFIZ
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The most disappointing thing you can do is give up. I never give up on you, though I’m sure you sometimes suspect me of it, but for you to give up and forget your miraculous ability to create and generate and be one with source, that my darling one is not just sad, it’s hilarious.
Remember that poem, something like beloved ceature, by what strange miracle do you so often not smile? I think it’s Hafiz, right? So when I say hilarious, well, it depends which way you look at it – right? Because the truthlessness of it and the bizarreness of the choice is worthy of laughter – and that’s not to diminish the pain or discomfort, but, from a place of knowing everything is a choice – why would you choose that?
I give you so many choices, infinite choices, and yet there are times, consciously or otherwise, when you appear to choose to suffer. Why? I’m not your shrink, I’m your creator, so of course I don’t actually need to ask why. Why is a very human question, and it’s not necessarily very expansive. What is far more expansive…
What do I want to dream about tonight as I nourish myself in eight hours of delicious and indulgent sleep?
What do I really want to write? So write it!
What can I do to let everyone around me know that I love them?
What quality would I like to breathe in with the next in breath, and share with my next out breath?
What would I say, what words would I use, if I knew I those were the only words I could say for the rest of my life?
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I wrote the above about this time last year, and when I read it today there was humour to be found in recognising how I go round in circles, and the same contemplations come up time and time again – because I find myself here again. So, what will I do with these what questions this time…
– RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Wow Harula, this is beautifully profound.
We talk about synchronicity quite a lot and I guess I was meant to read this today, because I fell yesterday, a frequent hazzard of MS, but I havent actually fallen for months and was feeling quite good. But within a few minutes, after I had crawled to the sofa to pull myself up, all the wonderful gratitude I had for everything Im blessed with was blasted away by swear words I would not wish to repeat and all the “why me” and the “its not fairs” came into play and I simply wanted to give up. It didnt help, of course, that I was on my own (apart, perhaps for the fact that nobody heard the expletives!). But when I feel like this, its horible and it induces suffering.
So it comes right back to why would I choose to suffer, no matter what has happened. Yes of course I suffered physically because my bad leg twisted itself underneath me. I cant control that, but I can control my reaction. If I dont take control of the part I can, then that is my choice. Its not easy but it is a fact. We want to throw choice back at the creator sometimes and yet, of course, we dont want to do that at all!
Your posts ALWAYS leave me thinking! And that has to be a good thing.
Lots of love
Xxx
Oh Christine, what a precious comment. I’m so sorry you fell – and I can totally understand the expletives. It’s a huge compliment to me that my words have spoken to you, and happened to come with right timing. Truth is, I got myself in a horrible space yesterday, lots of poor me and what’s the point and I’m wasting my time/life/gifts blah blah – that old record. So, reading something I myself had written, and being reminded that I do know and believe this stuff, was such a gift to myself today that I wanted to share it. Thank you so much for your openness and courage – you’re such an inspiration. We make a great mutual appreciation pair!
Love and hugs to you (and your leg!), Harula xxxxxx
😊 Xxx
these words have
given me the courage
to safely say
thanks, for the next few minutes
of inspiration.
Bless you
sweet soul
may you know true safety
and deep peace
with gratitude
So enjoyed reading this post, dear Harula, dear human, dear Creator.
Thank you dear Kathy:-) kind friend, sweet soul, wise woman…