Reflection on transition
When I have problems that I have attracted I have learnt not to share my dramas with people who invest their dramas or judge me harshly. Otherwise I can regret and we all go down the black hole together! What follows is my last few days finishing this book. And the pertinent story of two frogs.
Good day! It’s late afternoon and it’s my
29th day here in Crete. The Cicadas raise their throbbing noise as the heat
fumes down the valley like an inferno.
My
Louise Hay card today: “I am here at the
right time. The work I do on myself is not a goal, it is a process. I choose to
enjoy the process.”
And I add the quote
from the back of You Can Heal Your Life:
“If we are willing to do the mental work,
almost anything can be healed.”
My daughter sent me
a text this morning: “Lots of Love.” That meant a lot to me as I play Chloe
Goodchild’s evocative song: “How I Love You”!
I have just picked
up Herman Hesse’s book Siddhartha; it
spoke to me deeply about my retreat. Let me quote:
Siddhartha reflected
on his state. He found it difficult to think; he really had no desire to, but
he forced himself. Now, he thought that all these transitory things have
slipped away from me again; I stand once more beneath the sun, as I once stood
as a small child. Nothing is mine, I know nothing, I possess nothing, I have
learned nothing. How strange it is! Now, when I am no longer young, when my
hair is fast growing grey, when strength begins to diminish, now I am beginning
again like a child.” He had to smile again. Yes, his destiny was strange! He was
going backwards, and now he again stood empty and naked and ignorant in the
world. But he did not grieve about it; no, he even felt a great desire to
laugh; to laugh at himself, to laugh at this strange foolish world!
I feel when reading
this that there is a bird in my heart that wants to be free to sing and fly.
That bird is love.
I am near… No, I am
in a massive change and transition to
my life with the vulnerable side of me exposed. Yet somehow I feel free. I have
no idea what will happen when I return home, and yet I feel like the frog that
was hard of hearing! I love to tell this little story:
Two Frogs
A group of frogs was traveling in unfamiliar territory when two of them
fell into a pit. The companions of the unfortunate pair gathered round the pit
and were horrified to find that it was very deep.
The two frogs in the pit were jumping and jumping, occasionally coming
close to the top, but never quite making it. At first their companions were
optimistically encouraging their efforts, but as the day wore on, and the
numerous attempts at escape were unsuccessful, they became more pessimistic.
“It’s no use,” they shouted down. “It looks as if you’re going to die.
There’s nothing we can do to help. Why don’t you save yourselves the effort and
frustration and just resign yourselves to your fate?”
One of the frogs listened to the advice of the crowd up above. He
stopped attempting to jump out, and very soon was dead. However, the other one
kept on jumping; in fact, he seemed to be jumping harder and harder, and
remarkably, he eventually jumped out!
The other frogs congratulated him on his escape, but they asked him,
“Why did you not continue jumping? Didn’t you hear what we were saying?”
“Well, I saw your lips moving, but I’m deaf, so I thought you were encouraging
me the whole time,” replied the frog, who had reason to be thankful for his
disability.”
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