(This post is part of a series of daily letters from me to my future children reporting from the emerging paradigm.)
Dear Kids:
Life is always going to life at you.
It took me until about a year ago to realize that I frequently assumed emotionally that once I got through this next struggle that I would cease to struggle or experience problems. Pretty much, there’s always something.
But, since I’ve survived all of my hardest days, and life hasn’t stopped lifing, that’s what motivates me to get judicious about what I consider a “problem.”
My inner people pleaser and controller deeply wants to identify problems at every turn. Criticism as a form of love is an ancestral pattern I am ending in my generation, which centers from my thought life.
Asking myself, “How important is this?” when I perceive a problem or someone else wants to make something a problem. The real stuff is what life is lifing at you (friend in the hospital, family member in hospice, job lay-off, rugs pulled out from under you) and the other stuff is a distraction from your purpose.
Everyone’s purpose is different, everyone’s bullshit threshold is different. But the less you get way laid by it the more peaceful life can become.
Find the sweetness in the hard times, the joy in the moment, the peace of nature. Stargaze whenever possible, especially when you are going through a tough time. Cannabis and psalm 65 helped me a lot late last year after seismic changes in my life. I just needed hope and to believe it wasn’t the end and it helped me keep going.
Today I’m thinking about life lifing because of a lot of life lifing to folks around me. I’m interacting with other people asking myself “How can I bring value to this person,” because I don’t know how much life is lifing at them. It’s helping me stay really kind, during this pandemic where fear of covid wants to create a fear between people.
Super odd time. I hope you take me up on stargazing, and I hope you wish on every shooting star you see.
xoxo,
Mom
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