How do we build faith?
Faith is a gift; faith is continually expanded in a state of grace.
How do we then achieve and maintain a state of grace?
Grace, by its very definition, is freely given. Grace needn’t be deserved nor earned. Nonetheless, grace, like any gift, can only be received by a willing and ready receiver. We first open our minds and hearts to God. Then we open our mouths and ask. Finally, we open our arms to receive.
Regardless of religion or specific belief system, the process is the same. We set aside our selfish natures and seek some higher power. We ask that higher power, who we seek to continually know more fully and intimately, for the gift, the grace, of faith. We start small. None have ever begun the path with perfect faith. Few ever achieve lasting and consistent faith. That’s perfectly okay. God doesn’t insist on perfection, only humble obedience; we ask and we receive.
But why does my faith falter?
This is human nature. Don’t judge yourself too harshly. Practically no one has perfect faith. The better question is: how can I continue to sustain and grow my faith? And the answer to that question is simple. Practice. Whether through studying inspired writing, through prayer and meditation, or through communal seeking with like minded others, practice is required in the care and feeding of faith. Very much like the reality that we must feed ourselves well and exercise to maintain physical health, we must feed our minds, hearts, and spirits in order to keep fit with sufficient faith.
Decide today to exercise your faith. Commit to renewing that decision each day and to consciously engage in activities which will strengthen, grow, and bolster your faith. Study, connect, live with gratitude, pray, listen, and give. Choose to ask for more faith in each difficulty. And choose to ask for more faith in the calm and bright days, too.
Love and grace,
I seek your refuge. Please accept me. Please forgive me. Please allow me to enter into your peace. I am nothing without you. Outside your calm rest is only chaos. And the chaos has tortured my wounded spirit. But my spirit cannot be wounded, not really. My heart is wounded, my mind, lost and confused; but my spirit is, and has always been, perfect.
Jesus, save me, a lost and wandering sinner.
I have become lost in the vastness and mystery of you. Let me be found in your perfect simplicity.
Jesus, lead me, a lost and wandering sinner.
The raging seas have captured my attention, impeded my certainty of your divine pervasiveness. Embrace me.
Jesus, hold me, a scared and wandering sinner.
In my wisdom, I have forgotten your perfect simplicity. Move my hands. Guide my words. Fill my heart.
Jesus, fill me, a prodigal, returning.
In my arrogant understanding, I have lost my way. Flood me in your light. Displace every fear with your abounding love.
Jesus, purify me, your little brother.
Welcome me into your arms. Let me be unafraid of my flowing tears—tears of holy surrender, of wondrous release.
Jesus, temper me; I need your cleansing fire.
Burn away every last fear. Grant me the courage to stand, and walk with you.
Jesus, enlighten me, a child of a dark world.
God’s light is my saving grace. God’s light is my sole understanding. God’s light is my only need. God’s light heals me.
I feel utterly powerless. I try so hard yet breathe so little. The hour of discontent has stretched relentlessly, impossibly, for decades. I am my father and my father is me. Who is the greater coward? He, who took his life? Or me who ran from mine? I have grandchildren I have never met. Only one of my nine children have I seen in the past two years. My discord I keep tucked away, hidden I think, but perhaps many see my secrets, sense my true nature.
I was lost and withered most of my life. I knew little of love and joy and fulfillment. And peace? I knew not at all.
I descend timidly down the dark staircase, knowing only vaguely what I will discover. I am drawn to my calling mistress; her song is my drug, my addiction, my yeast, my prominent ingredient. I can pretend no longer. The Light has never been my friend. I am a child of darkness. This is my destiny.
And so, I take another step, feeling with my bare toes the creak beneath as it calls to me, as it reassures me. “Come,” is its simple beckoning.
Around me I see only the implements and discarded junk of years of neglect: three old window air conditioning units; carpet remnants, rolled in their musty fragrance; dozens of near empty paint cans; a cheap print of a bad painting of Venice, from the 70s, with burnt orange frame. But in the eye of my mind, in my true seeing, what appears to me are my brethren, those lost and wandering souls whose place is the darkness, whose calling is to provide the ebb to that mysterious flow that is life, and their unwanted yet needed mistresses: sorrow, pain, confusion, and sensitivity to all things bright and pure.
We are the great impurity which must balance that which is good. We are the forsaken. We are the welcome residents of the place of dark seed, the hidden and secret underbelly of the world.
Another step and I have found firm footing on the hard and dusty concrete floor. Its chill is welcome; its chill provides comfort. I am home in the darkness.
I’ve visited this place before, many times, but this is the first time I see the door, in the corner, where the light from the staircase above dare not reach—the door. The door is locked but the key hangs from a golden necklace around my neck.
Key in hand, I unlock the door. With the barest hint of trepidation, I enter.
God, I need a miracle.
Maybe I need to work harder.
Tell me what to do, God.
Maybe I need to love myself more.
Show me the way.
Maybe I need to have more faith.
I so wish I could have better survival skills.
What would you have me do?
I feel like I’m sinking.
I’m begging for a miracle.
Have I taken wrong turns? made bad choices? Am I being punished for being lazy? for my weak faith? What’s the purpose in my endless suffering?
Tell me God; use my hands to give my your words.
What will you do today for my glory? What gifts will you bestow upon a waiting and wailing world? Be not distracted by the naysayers and ne’er-do-wells. Let my light shine through you. Let your mouth sing my song. Let your heart feel my love.
Test me, Lord. Tempt me. Temper and strengthen me in your holy fire.
The days of testing are long past. Today is the day to shine, my son. Be ye of strong faith. Be ye of me.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my latest book, When Skyler Woke. Below you’ll find links to purchase either the paperback or Kindle version. Thanks!
Chapter 1: a chance meeting
Skyler looked at the October sky, gray, ominous, matching Skyler’s mood. This morning didn’t feel much like a day for collecting nuts, climbing trees, doing the things squirrels did best. Deciding instead to go for a walk, Skyler wandered into the Dark Wood.
Unsure how much time had passed, Skyler noticed the clouds growing darker. There was a tree, an oak—nearly a hundred years old by the look of it—offering shelter. Skyler would find a place, not too high off the ground, to be sheltered from the storm.
A blue jay surprised Skyler just as the perfect spot came into view. Not very much in the mood for company, but less in the mood for a wet and muddy tail, Skyler decided to risk sharing the opening between the two massive limbs with the bird.
The wise old jay, magnificent in both color and presence, spoke. “Hello Skyler. Welcome.”
“Hello,” Skyler replied.
“You have had a long journey this morning. We rarely get squirrels this deep in the Dark Wood. They call me River. It is nice meeting you, Skyler. I have been waiting for you.”
“How do you know my name? How did you know I would come? What do you mean you’ve been waiting?” Skyler had many more questions, but these were the only ones that came out.
“Some things are inexplicable,” was River’s obtuse reply. “I understand you have asked for a teacher. I am here.”
With some trepidation, Skyler accepted the answer, remembering the wishes for answers, and somehow feeling, knowing, that River could be trusted and was wise. More important questions begged asking. “Why must I be a squirrel? Sometimes I don’t feel like gathering nuts and climbing trees. I’m a little scared of heights. But I think I’m even more afraid of being just like all the other squirrels. It seems like there’s more…”
River only smiled.
“I want my life to mean something. And I want to taste the colors of the morning sun. But when I tell my friends these things, they just laugh at me. I can’t explain why I feel I have to be more, but I just do.”
“What is it that the winds whisper to you, Skyler?”
Of course the winds sometimes made sounds, sometimes sounded like whispering, other times like howling, but talking winds? Skyler thought this a silly question.
“Speak from inside,” River prompted.
Listening to the growing wind, Skyler took a breath. Time passed; Skyler wasn’t sure how much. “The winds are telling me it’s okay to feel different. They say it’s time to change. The winds say that they call out to many, but only few listen.” Skyler was surprised by the words but let them flow naturally.
“Yes,” River said, “that’s just right.”
Skyler felt lighter, different, and was surprised that the skies were clearing. Walking home, Skyler noticed a quiet, not from outside, but from inside.
“I’ll never be the same.” Skyler realized the words were from the whispering winds.
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There are many abstract and obtuse philosophies and precepts of spirituality. It’s often useful and valuable to simplify these principles and to make them more concrete and practical so that we may incorporate them into our daily lives. Spiritual practice is far more fruitful than spiritual theory and thought.
- Be loving: Practice kindness and empathy in all affairs with others as well as self. What we receive is a reflection of what we give. Life rewards us with kindness and respect when we give kindness and respect to our fellow participants of life.
- Seek truth: Be willing to let go of old habits and beliefs in order to continue learning better ways to both think about and live life.
- Know thyself: Trust that the journey is not ended; use imagination and quiet contemplation to find what makes you happy and what you really want so that you may go and get it.
- Forgive: Change your thought patterns such that you don’t see yourself as a victim. Realize that your story is not yet finished. Know that you can’t change the past so it’s better to make peace with it as a calm and peaceful mind is more fulfilled and creative.
- Acknowledge oneness: With a recognition of divine connection, it’s far easier to be loving, to know thyself, and to forgive. That we are connected divinely in no way diminishes your unique and wondrous individuality. You are a drop in a vast ocean. And you are the fullness of that ocean. You are the butterfly in Brazil that flaps its wings and causes, through a chain of events, a rainstorm in Texas.
- Live in the moment: Whether or not time is illusion or relative doesn’t matter. What matters is that we can best experience life with a mind and senses focused on the present. When focused on the present, we can be more creative and productive when working. And we can more fully appreciate a sunrise over the ocean when vacationing. Accept the past. Hope for the future. Live in the present.
- Embrace Change: Life is in flux. There are countless examples in nature. And life is growth, or more aptly, evolution. We live and experience life in the community and society of the world in which we exist. People who resist change are left behind. Species which don’t evolve die out, and by contrast, species which grow and evolve thrive. It’s the same with people. And with you.
With an awareness and choice to live, as well as think about, contemplate, meditate on, or merely theorize about such principles, our lives improve. We become more fulfilled, more giving, more creative, and more happy.
I’ve been asking myself a question for months: “what if I simply started to live my ideal life?”
The question was sparked primarily by Earl Nightingale and his talk, The Strangest Secret. In it he quotes six steps by Dr. David Harold Fink:
- Set yourself a definite goal.
- Quit running yourself down.
- Stop thinking of all the reasons why you cannot be successful and instead think of all the reasons why you can.
- Trace your attitudes back through your childhood and discover where you first got the idea that you could not be successful if that is the way you’ve been thinking.
- Change the image you have of yourself by writing out a description of the person you would like to be.
- Act the part of the successful person you have decided to become.
Steps five and six suggest writing specifically who I’d like to be, the ideal me, and then start living that way.
Seems simple. it is simple. But, for me, there were a few things holding me back. Six months or so later, I believe I’ve found the answers.
First was my self-image and the idea that I’d attached to that says that I’m emotionally deficient. I think the model of humans as having four aspects has much merit. We are body, mind, heart, and soul. I thought of it, in terms of me, like IQ. I have a high IQ, and thus the mind part of me, the cognitive part, is sound, exceptional even. And the soul, or spirit aspect is even higher as I’ve reached a place of awakening, of awareness, of enlightenment.
But the emotional part of me I saw as underdeveloped. I said to myself, many times, that I was cognitively and spiritually very evolved and capable but I was emotionally limited, that emotionally, I was like a twelve year old. This belief came primarily from something I learned in twelve step recovery, that when we are in our addictive behaviors we stop growing emotionally. It was further supported by the self-observation that saw that I seemed to feel more than most people, and that very often those strong feelings would hinder me, occasionally even paralyzing me. I knew I was one with God. I knew I was bright and talented. Yet I also believed I had not yet reached a point of emotional maturity and thus I’d be handicapped by that deficit.
I came to realize, just yesterday, that I needn’t see my extreme emotionalism and sensitivity as a weakness. That I feel more and express more than most people doesn’t make me less capable but indeed has the potential to make me more capable, especially in my chosen dream career of being a writer—a poet and a fiction writer, possibly writing songs and screenplays as well. Writing requires cognitive thought, surely, and much practice in honing the craft. But good writing also requires a strong foundation of emotion. Emotionless writing has little value.
In embracing my empathic self, my feeling and emotional and emotive self, and in reframing my thoughts about my emotionality as not a deficiency but indeed as a gift, I remove a huge barrier that’s kept me from living the life I have wanted to live. I can see myself as whole and complete and not as lacking or immature.
The second barrier in my thinking was my ideas about trust. While I’d accepted the lack of absolutes in other areas, for example, love versus fear. Even the most evolved and loving among us encounters fear. It’s the nature of humanity to be fearful. And it’s the challenge of humanity to be loving, transcending fear, overcoming fear. The point is that while absolute and unconditional love is a goal many strive for, none attain love in its most pure and perfect form, constantly and consistently. This I accepted, that I would be as loving as I could be as often and as much as I could be, and that would be enough.
But with regard to trust, my belief was in absolutes. I’ve had lots of great business ideas, lots of great book ideas, too. Only a few have survived my doubts. For I believed that in the presence of even a scant and minuscule measure of doubt, I had no trust. And without trust, trust in myself, trust in God, and trust in others, I believed, unconsciously, subconsciously, and consciously, that significant achievement was impossible. Trust was elusive because I could not hold it completely; it was eroded by doubt.
A couple days ago, though, my beliefs began to change. I saw trust as a continuum. I released myself from the unattainable goal of perfect trust by allowing myself moments or even days or weeks of doubt. Doubt may delay the reaching of the destination but it needn’t preclude it. If my goal is to walk the Appalachian Trail, from Maine to Georgia, and the first day I walk twenty miles, and the second fifteen, but on the third I feel too exhausted to continue, doubting I’ll ever finish the 2,200 miles, that third day needn’t stop me. I might rest the entire day and then rethink my daily goal, for example, and decide to only walk ten miles per day. Even in a more extreme case, where I sprain my ankle and can’t continue for weeks, I could choose to make camp and start anew after I’ve healed, or I could return home and go back to the trail a month hence, or the following year.
Doubt, when accepted as a part of the journey, needn’t lead me to the idea that I have no trust in meeting my goal, or even insufficient trust in meeting my goal. And when accepted, I can begin to see that doubt can be a good and useful thing. My doubts can cause me to rethink the path to the goal. Healthy doubts (skepticism) can lead me to contemplation and to discovery of deeper and higher truths. Doubting old beliefs can lead to releasing those that no longer serve me and allow me to find new beliefs that serve me better.
With these revelations and realizations comes the ability in trusting in my own level of trust. My trust needn’t be perfect in order for my trust to be sufficient, sufficient in leading me to the life I desire.
I see my doubts clearly and embrace them. Embracing Doubt. Perhaps that’ll be my next book. (My other published books include Embracing Failure and Embracing Change.) My trust is sufficient, notwithstanding doubts, encompassing doubts. I have more trust than I have doubt and that is enough to allow me to live the life of my dreams and ideals.
I embrace my empathic nature, my elevated level of feeling. I’m grateful for being highly sensitive. My emotionality is a wonderful and divine gift that serves me in living a wonderful and divine life.
That’s a huge shift from where I was just a few days ago. Then I would have said “I don’t trust enough in myself as evidenced by my doubts. I am emotionally immature and thus unable to have a truly stable and expanding life. I have big dreams that I can’t achieve because of my frequent doubts and my inability to control my underdeveloped emotions.”
Today I say: “I embrace my doubts. I celebrate my emotions. I love all of me, especially my healthy skepticism and my feeling nature.”
And with this shift I’m able to practice and live the six steps above. I’m able, beginning today, to live the life of my dreams, healthy, fit, active, productive, creative, expansive, and connected with others. Each day I have time to work, time to walk, time to write, time to connect, and time to rest. Starting today. Starting now.
Freed from old beliefs, I become a new me.
I am afraid of being vulnerable. On the surface, I know that I am attractive, intelligent, diligent, and passionately creative. But beneath the surface, I am, in large measure, a confused little boy led by impulses and the need to feel and appear bigger than I am.
I’ve made some important and valuable changes in myself and my life this year. I’ve grown in confidence and focus. I’ve become more willing to speak my truth without fear of reprisal. And I see the benefits, the results. I live in a nice house, not far from the beach. I own my own business. I’m fulfilling my dream of writing novels.
But still, there’s a hole. There’s something missing. And today I believe that something is the willingness to be courageously vulnerable, to take down the walls, and to let others see and know the real me.
Vulnerability is a challenge for me because it requires trust. It requires trust in a greater good, a surrender of control to that greater good, and a willingness to falter, to fall, to be hurt. And the scared little boy that is much of who I am doesn’t like to be hurt.
Who, after all, would want to be hurt, but a masochist?
But that’s not the point. The point is that without exposing the real me to the real you, we can’t connect on any significant level. And with that exposure, that connection, comes the risk of being hurt. When I choose to see the benefit of connection as far outweighing the risk of feeling hurt, I can make the choice to be more open, to connect at a deeper and more meaningful level. Isn’t that what life here is really about? Connecting with others and sharing, good and bad, sorrow and joy, pleasure and pain, wonder and disenchantment? What is the value of love when love is not made real in its sharing? And what is life without love?
Thanks for reading,
Prioritize. Don’t envy; admire. Accept everything. It’s your life; make the best of it!
I often wonder why I’m not living the life I’d like to live. I’m clear on what it looks like. More writing, more exercise, more confidence. Less worry, more faith, less disappointment, more trust. Less distraction, more focus, better prioritization, being the best me possible.
I am blessed with many gifts, intellect, kindness, faith, creativity, and lots of others. My life is better today, in most respects, than it’s ever been. I live in a nice house, a mile from the beach. I have a sporty convertible, lots of electronics, books, food, fine wine and Scotch.
I have no health problems, good eyesight, a sharp and clear mind. The odds are good I’ll live many more years.
So what’s the problem? It’s subtle. It’s that I know well that I’m not living to my potential. I’ve published eight books but I have many more aching to be written. I’ve shot thousands of amazing photographs but lack the confidence to call myself an artist. I own a business that’s healthy but not thriving. The problem is I settle for good. I settle for mediocrity. The problem is that while I often talk about greatness and share moments of greatness in the form of my writing, my programming, and my photography, those moments are short-lived.
I could blame it on distractions, for there are many. Or I could blame it on laziness, but that’s not really true either; I work hard most days. The real problem is both deeper and simpler. The real problem is a low self-worth — a lack of belief in myself and my gifts and talents, a lack of trust, both in myself and in the universe.
I know there’s not likely a simple fix. Life is a process. And my thought patterns have been with me for a long time. (I’ll be fifty in December.) It takes time to let go of beliefs, time and work.
I don’t blame anyone. My childhood wasn’t great but nor was it particularly bad. I’ve known hardships but I’ve also known great joy. It’s been a good life thus far, and for that I’m grateful. I simply want more. I want to love and trust myself more so that I’ll have the confidence to create at the highest level at which I’m able, with a recognition that today’s highest level is not tomorrow’s — we exist in a rising river.
Less worry, more trust. Less fear, more love. Less fretful procrastination, more focused creativity.
Many of us have made the choice to grow in awareness and spirituality. It’s a beautiful and wonderful thing that so many are intentionally seeking higher levels of understanding and truth. We’re changing the world in subtle ways… and changing ourselves.
But the problem is that with a little knowledge and wisdom, our newly discovered truths make us feel great and wonderful and we want to share them with the world. We shout these truths unceasingly from the mountaintop, and then we stop growing. We’ve become enslaved in our discoveries. We’ve become zealots.
Following are thirteen spiritual myths that are pervasive in our world today…
1. We are one.
While it’s true that we are interconnected, at a metaphysical level, it’s not true that we are one and only one. It’s readily self-evident that we are connected yet distinct. To believe my identity lies only in the oneness of our interconnectedness denies my uniqueness, my preciousness, my importance. One Plurality is a better model of our existence; we are one and many, connected yet distinct.
2. Happiness is solely internal.
Abe Lincoln said that “most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” While there’s a high measure of truth in this statement, and while internal happiness is often a prerequisite to externally-fueled happiness, to believe that happiness is only internal discounts the beauty and richness of connecting with others, with experiencing life and nature, and with the feelings that accompany accomplishment. Happiness results from both internal thoughts and external stimuli.
3. This moment is the only moment.
Pure foolishness is this notion. Of course it makes sense to keep most of our thoughts on the present, on what’s in front of us and around us in any given instant. But to deny that time exists and is beneficial is counter to common sense. The past is a great teacher; without all we’ve learned in the past, we’d have zero knowledge. And the future… Where is hope devoid of the next moment, the next day, the next year? Sure, any of us might die today, and it’s great to live each day to its fullest, but our pasts brought us here and our futures lead us to newness and to growth. We exist not in a static moment but in a rising moment — where this instant meets the next.
4. Love is all there is.
Love may well be the force that creates the universe in which we dwell. Love may be the tie that binds one to another. Love may even be the most important of all ideals and practices. But life is more than love. Life is lessons, growth, connections, creation, destruction, choice, and will. Life is variety. Life is sadness and despair. Life is hope and purpose. Love may underlie all these things, but love is not the only thing. All creation serves our existence — love and lovelessness and infinite shades between. Love is a great foundation for life, but life is more than love.
5. The world is a creation of ego.
If God created the universe, did not God create our world? If God creates only perfection, is not our world perfect? And if there is such a thing as “ego” was that not also created by and of that same Divine Omnipotence?
To believe the ego is somehow imperfect and the source of all “problems” is to deny God’s perfection. Foolishness
6. Attachment is always an impediment to growth.
This is true only until it’s not. To hold an unhealthy attachment to things, and even to other people, is surely an impediment to growth. But the cure for codependence is not utter and complete independence but rather a healthy level of interdependence. We were created in this physical realm to enjoy both the physical and the metaphysical. We are not designed to live in solitary but in union and cooperation with others. To be overly-attached is not healthy — it is the fallacious assignment of undue value. But everything has value, and to assign each thing and person an honest value is a healthy level of attachment.
7. Pointing out the world’s evils allows us to fix them.
The only cure for any problem, real or perceived, is love. To coerce others to see the evils in our world only gives those evils more power. Resisting the urge to focus on the negative makes space in mind and heart to see the good in the world. Anti-war sentiments create more division and conflict, and war is, at its essence, division and conflict. Zealots never solve problems but only exacerbate them by creating more energy in the direction of those problems. If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, it matters not whether it makes a sound because it has been made irrelevant.
8. Heaven is an unreachable goal.
Those who believe that paradise awaits, after we’ve died and left this plane of existence, deny the possibility that heaven is here, waiting only for us to open our eyes and see it. To live only for the future is as foolish as living only in the present moment. Life is fullness. Life, existence, all creation, was and continues to be created by the Creator, in perfection, as intended. Thy Kingdom Come is not a future wish but a present reality. The gates of heaven are constructed of your unwillingness to see your own divinity. Open the gates. Enter.
9. Judgment is always bad.
To not judge is to not see, and worse, to not think. Our minds are an important part of who we are and to not use them is to be led and controlled by others. The word judgment has been given a bad rap. Of course, we ought be kind and respectful in our judgments, as loving as we’re able. But to pretend as if there’s a difference between judgment and discernment is counter to logic. We judge what we like and what we don’t like. We judge all we encounter and measure against our ideals, our preferences, and our beliefs. To not judge is to accept blindly, a sure recipe for tyranny.
10. The last step of the journey is the hardest.
The illusion many have created that says that enlightenment is an abstract and unachievable state, available to only an elusive and exclusive chosen few ascended masters has no basis in truth. We are all created with the potential to see and embrace the light which pervades all, the inner flame which can never be extinguished. There are no “indigos” because we are all indigos, no “gurus” for the very same reason. The last step of the journey to awareness, to awakening, to enlightenment, is not a fearsome abyss which must be leapt across, but a door, a door which is never locked.
11. Everything is energy.
At a quantum level everything is indeed energy. Matter is composed of energy. You are composed of energy. But energy is but the basis. Energy, constantly in flux, is the building block for matter, for consciousness, for life itself. But as cells in a body are not the body itself, but only ingredients of that body, energy is not life itself but merely an ingredient of life, along with consciousness, will, organization, cooperation, and intent. Energy underlies all but is not the totality of all.
12. Your life is a perfect reflection of your thoughts.
Thoughts move the energy of the universe and create all matter, all wisdom, all truth. Thoughts indeed are the creative force that is our universe, our existence. But none of us exists in a vacuum. We are wholly and utterly interconnected. So it’s not only my thoughts which have created my reality but instead our thoughts which have created and continue to create our reality, our shared reality.
13. It’s all about _____.
It’s all about love. It’s all about forgiveness. It’s all about joy. It’s all about service to others. It’s all about experience. It’s all about wisdom. It’s all about creation, destruction, evolution, awareness, enlightenment.
All these are true and none of these are true. No truth is true in every context, from every perspective. Our universe is an amalgamation of many, many truths. Choosing to believe it’s all about any one thing, even a great thing like love, limits our ability to see that it’s about more than that one thing.
And more importantly, each has the potential to create in us a narrow view — tunnel vision — and to impede our growth, both individually and societally.
Only when we choose to set aside our beliefs, even those beliefs we hold most sacred, do we allow ourselves the opportunity to see more. And seeing is the first step to change, to our evolution.
Is life black, white, or infinite shades of grey?
Love and giggles,