Now the dust has settled, and the sun has set, we can look ahead. Now the time has stopped ticking by, and we no longer search for its measure, can this piece of it be found.
And this piece, this one tiny portion, is so incredibly large I cannot begin to fathom its size. Just like the next piece, and the one after that – each holding an eternity smashed into a moment. Each piece holding every memory, every hope, every dream, every place you are going, and every single place you have been.
Time; just as it divides us, it brings us together. And just as it sees our beginning, it sees our end.
Our lives are but a drop in its ocean.
And knowing this, really accepting this, helps us begin to understand that the fear we know in our everyday lives is not real. It is perceived. It feels real, within the context of the lives we live, within a framework we have created, measured by behaviours that are acceptable, or otherwise. Rules are taught to us. And these rules we know and understand. We believe them to be true, as well as their punishments.
And so we fear. We fear we might disappoint, or miss a deadline, or crash our car, or never buy a house… We fear we will get sick. We fear someone we love will die. We even fear our own death… but many of these things are inevitable, so we should not waste time fearing them but rather use our understanding of them to bring us back into the moment…
And this fear, we like to call it anxiety and call it a disorder, but perhaps it’s just fear – born of tight restraints and a learned desire to always be seeking more and so we try to live someone else’s life instead of being grateful for our own. We are programmed to feel it, but we needn’t, for it’s not real after all…
And we believe in this fear with such certainty that our body reacts as though it is real. It becomes real, because we believe it’s real.
And so many of us live in a permanent state of stress, and the body doesn’t like that, so in the end we do get sick and prove ourselves right and we tell ourselves that all that fear was warranted after all. But perhaps we simply make it happen that way…
That’s the power of thinking.
For many, that fear is an old friend. Many live their lives permanently in its grasp, too afraid to live without it.
And I’m not scoffing at it, or trying to take away from the intensity of it, or questioning how that fear makes people feel (it can feel very, very real). I’m just suggesting to perhaps stop and look at it. Put some distance between you and it. Stand back from it. And stand back from this moment (this very, very large moment that stretches way out into the universe) and just look at that fear and what it actually is.
Because when we look out at that huge space – that massive expanse – we might begin to see how we are all in this together. We are all connected, by our similarities, and our differences, and all the emptiness in between.
And so of that fear, we should not be afraid. Whatever is at work here, whatever is going on has been going on for a very long time (we are but a drop in its ocean)… it all really is unfolding as it needs to, and we should trust in that process (the good, the bad) because we can’t control it – and it is much, much bigger than us.
This Mother Earth, this beautiful planet we call our home, we should not think (for even a millionth of a second) that we can outsmart her. Nor should we undermine her strength. She knows power we cannot measure, rules we cannot know, lessons we cannot learn, and languages we cannot speak.
She knows time – like this moment – she knows where it begins and she knows where it ends. She knows things our minds cannot even begin to fathom…