Posts Tagged ‘reflection’

The presence of lessons and eternal mirrors

January 2, 2015

“It isn’t all about you.”

We’ve all heard that line.

Or, the sarcastic: “yeah, it’s all about YOU, isn’t it?”

The message is that I am supposed to think about others, have regard for their feelings, some empathy and sympathy for what might be happening in their lives, and that nothing is all about me.

Or is it?

Is there a metaphysical existence where I perceive everything as reflecting my presence in the world? In this existence, life takes every opportunity to define itself by reflecting the nature of its creator.

That little proposition is easy to take on when one is out in “nature” defined by glorious trees, dazzling mountains, endless horizons of flowered meadows, and Bambi chewing clover by the river. It’s a little harder when one is hustling “nature” the day after New Year’s chasing down the after-Christmas sales at the local ginormous nationwide superstore which is where I happened upon my most recent soul-opening exercise.

At said nameless store, ever hopeful for a stay-at-home snow day, I placed two 15-pound cartons of snowmelt in my cart and proceeded to checkout. At the checkout counter, I unloaded all of my items, including the 15-pound cartons of snowmelt on to the conveyor belt. As the cashier swept the snowmelt cartons across the scanner, she said, “Next time just leave the heavy items in your cart and I will scan them from there.” She didn’t look happy while she said it.

It took me a moment to realize what she said. I finally asked, “So, you think those are heavy?”

She responded by saying “If you have to lift them all day long, they get real heavy.” She was not smiling when she said this.

All sorts of responses went through my head – statements about how there are no signs about leaving heavy items in the cart, what qualifies as heavy, pointed remarks about how this was the job she had chosen and if she didn’t like it . . ., and one really super retort about how I was contributing to helping her prevent osteoporosis, but fortunately none of THOSE came out. What I said was: “Thank you for pointing that out to me. I learned something today.”

I did not tell her what I learned because I had not yet figured it out. At that time, I was mostly thinking that whatever her problem was, it had nothing to do with me and was all about her disliking what she did for a living. And, I thanked her because I made a mental note to self: “never work at Nameless Nationwide Superstore as a cashier.”

But then I came home and read my e-mail. My friend, Deborah Hart Yemm, from A New Gaia and blog Gazing in the Mirror, had sent me this poem written by Rumi:

You have no idea how hard I’ve looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.

What’s the point of bringing gold
to the gold mine, or water to the ocean.

Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.

It’s no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.

So I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.

It is like God said “no, this IS about YOU.”

I am that cashier and she is me. Just as she has to own her suffering, I must own mine. Just as I seek my soul’s happiness in the world, so must she.

She cannot order me to alleviate her suffering anymore than I can demand that the world relieve mine. She cannot complain her way into happiness anymore than I can.
Barbara L. Kass

the presence of messages

February 12, 2011

The presence of art was only prelude to a magnificent door opening for me. It is the presence of messages. In that blog, Sandy reminded me of our ability to be in love with others, to recognize their perfection from the eyes of creation. Jeff gifted me with a quote from Conversations with God, Book 2 that God has sent us “nothing but angels” to remind us of who we truly are. These angels are messengers (and you and I are one, too). In his blog, Jeff wrote with loud and solid words about breaking his silence and visiting with the emptiness he finds within.

Laurie introduced me to a new blog “Life by Design” where I gained some insight about “intentional investigation” or tracking the bread crumbs that appear on our path and being willing to do something different. I met someone new who left a significant message about “being in the not knowing” and jumping in when life presents us with something else besides what we had planned for. Ben sent me “A Message from Space” about how everything IS the message.

We are in that “everything” and so, we are the message, too. We are messengers. What message can we bring to each moment in our lives, each interaction with everything?

To complete this circle, in a course I am taking online with Robin Rice , she presented me with a Taoist wisdom: if you want to fill something, empty it. This wisdom speaks to being willing to be empty so that we make space for something new, something different to occur in our lives, and within us. We have to be willing to trust ourselves, our process, our intentions to receive the messages, interpret them, and fill our space with what is right for us.

I am brimming with this brand new idea that I am an angel for I emerged from God/Universal Consciousness/Master of the Universe/the One that we all are to live this illusion of being separate. I emerged because I have messages to deliver to others, the same as others have messages for me. Perhaps we built these human boundaries so that we can see ourselves in each other. Without reflection, would any of us know what we look like? Without reflection upon our feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and actions, how would we know our own substance and thus the substance of all existence?

I can choose to let of a feeling that I have about someone, a situation, the past, whatever . . . and create that space for a new feeling to emerge.

This all started because I wanted to think about my existence as a work of art. How cool is that?

©2011 by Barbara L. Kass