Several months ago, I had what Jungians call “a big dream”. . . . In my dream, I am taking a workshop taught by a prominent spiritual teacher/wisdom figure. During an exercise, I receive a message, which I relay to the wisdom figure. “The lesson is to BE with what IS.” The wisdom figure laughs saying, “Yes! That’s THE lesson for ALL of us!”
That dream continues to live inside me, becoming my spiritual practice. A cross country motorcycle trip became a rolling meditation for me. . . . BE with what IS . . . a field radiant with bright yellow wildflowers . . . notice and BE with the wildflowers . . . let them go . . . two deer standing at a fence . . . notice and BE with the deer . . . let them go . . . a red barn in an open field . . . notice and BE with the barn . . . let it go . . . inner city junkyard . . . notice and BE with the junk . . . let it go . . . suspension bridge over the river . . . notice and BE on the bridge, BE with the river . . . let them go . . . bicyclist on a winding country road . . . BE with the bicyclist . . . let him go . . . . . . . . . . . .
The rolling meditation on the back of our bike was a great introduction to my spiritual practice, like learning to ride a bike with training wheels. Real life, day to day joys, struggles, heartache, fears, emotions and pain, that’s where the rubber really meets the road. Floating in the air during indoor skydiving . . . BE with the wind, momentarily free of gravity . . . A long, slow lazy weekend morning snuggling with my beloved . . . BE immersed in his love, letting it soak in and wash over me . . . Keeping the pups safe from winter’s brutality . . . Be with them in the bundling up . . . Stand-off in a family conflict . . . BE with the tension and pain, letting go of the fantasy family . . . . . . . . . . .
It’s challenging enough to mindfully embrace the everyday moments of life by BEing with what is. How do I dig deep into my soul to find the inner resources to bear the unbearable, accept the unacceptable, and tolerate the intolerable? My heart heavy with grief and loss as my abilities slip away . . . BE with my pain, letting my tears soothe and cleanse my heavy heart . . . Hoping and praying for a healing that didn’t happen . . . BE with the disappointment, letting go of unrealized hope . . . Inching my way towards a brain surgery that terrifies me . . . BE on this path . . . . . . .