Instead of thinking we have failed when we don’t get what we ask for, we can believe that what is transpiring in our life has its purpose. This is true faith. And this is the path to inner peace. Not needing life to be perfect. Not needing to always feel upbeat and happy, embracing depressing days as well as happy days, and trusting that we are a glorious piece of the universal puzzle, a brush stroke on the canvass of the masterpiece that is called Life. As Moore puts it, “One is beneath...the black mood, by having gone down through it to the point where it no longer is . . . Silence becomes more familiar . . . We discover that there is a place deeper than depression.”
When we feel trapped like a caterpillar in the throws of metamorphosis, unable to go back to our old way of life, yet not quite ready to burst free and fly because we are between selves; when we find ourselves in the midst of transition, no longer solidified as the person we once were and not yet formed into the one that we will ultimately become, perhaps we can at least teach ourselves to recognize where we are so we can hold on without fear until it’s over.
We are in a transition that will be short-lived (at least when viewed from the greater perspective). We can’t run from it—it’s much too late for that. We can only endure and know that it will pass, and trust that it has its purpose. And we can also trust that as we align our personality with our higher self, soul or God, our transitions may no longer be necessary and future evolving can be fully conscious and joyful.
Copyright © 2007, Janet Rebhan, All rights reserved.
