Love What Is

Stumbling out of bed at 8:20 a.m., I’m not loving what is.  Maybe, I’m still dreaming.  Life doesn’t feel real yet but then again it doesn’t feel very real very often.  Something is missing.  It’s a something that has been missing for a very long time.  This morning I see what that something is.  It’s me!

Sure, I’m conscious.  I’m functioning.  Odd, how one can be alive but not fully present.   I haven’t given this much thought.  Haven’t wanted to . . . until this morning amongst the inspirational reading I get in my e-mail box I read these three simple words:

LOVE WHAT IS.

Only capital letters can do this phrase justice.  How easy it’s been to hate or dislike what is.  I constantly fight against the status quo.  I question if I’m doing the right thing, living the right life, trying hard enough, being good enough, worthy enough.  I focus on all the things I am not and how far away I am from where I want to be.  All that rumination creates a heavy burden.  I stagger under the weight. Three simple words relieve me of this burden.  Love what is.

Part of me wants to argue.  What about the things I don’t like?  Do I have to love them as well?  The thoughts confound me so I take a break.  I don’t know they simply follow me.  They tap me on the shoulder and surprise me when they say.  “You have been defining yourself by what you don’t like, what you’re not.  Define yourself by what you love and everything will change. Love what is.”  I’m speechless.  I know that this is true.  There is no escape.

Returning to the e-mail that started it all, I read further:

Everything that happens to us as we journey toward the peaks of consciousness is necessary for our awakening. — Karen Chrappa

God’s intervention shines all over these words.  While I’ve long believed that life is a gift and that everything in it can work toward the good, I rarely feel this to be true.  I’ve been waiting for the feeling avoiding the reality that feelings usually follow action.  I’m been afraid of what accepting this reality might ask of me.  I’m afraid of change, of leaving the comfort of the familiar even if the familiar is painful.  I’ve defined myself by the pain in my life.  I often have missed the joy, the love, the gift, everything that has brought me to the now.  Love What Is.

How radical a shift in perception to love what is.  What a challenge!  Before today I would have dismissed the idea.  Today, the timing is perfect.  There is no where for me to run and hide.  I’m ready to receive the message.

I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.

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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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