So here you are… Neither here nor there… Sitting, slouching, wondering… Perhaps tired, perhaps daydreaming, perhaps caught in a loop of unresolved feelings…
None of your thoughts seem to go anywhere. They did begin somewhere though – somehow – but they end rapidly and abruptly at the edge of an unexpected cliff. A fall into nothingness; into the unknown.
And now this heaviness – perfect for your own personal army of gremlins to show up. Small ones, big ones, bossy ones, innocent ones, arrogant ones and just plain nasty ones. They rally together, claiming they know and that your dreams, visions, adventurous steps are ridiculous and doomed. They laugh at you, crush you as if you were a biscuit designed for the bottom layer of a cheese cake. Then, they cover you with tons of thick, sticky, distorted beliefs, doubts and fears. When the cake is finished and you are feeling utterly stuck and unable to breathe, unable to smile, unable to feel any ounce of joy, they walk away with the satisfaction of having accomplished their mission. You are safe now, they think. You will go nowhere. You will explore no more.
But the one thing they seem to forget over and over again is the wondrous and uncanny power of your inner light, your inner glow, your inner flame – always there, ready to shine, no matter what – no matter how long the wait.
The light always finds a way through the cracks.
This time, it is the smell of Coffee that brings you back into the room. The sip of this beautiful nectar calls you to reenter your body, whispers you to embrace the here and now. ‘Come home’, it says, ‘it is beautiful here.’
Simple things.
Time stops.
You journey back – through – over – catching a few of your abandoned dreams, hopes and visions on the way.
You made it. You are alive – sensing the intangible wonders of life once again.
For a moment you are blissfully saved.
For a moment you are completely safe.
Present.
Free.
Touched by grace.
Filled with gratitude.
For a moment you are the bee inside the flower.
9 replies on “Ode to Small Things”
This “Happy Thought”, from “A Child’s Garden of Verses” by Robert Louis Stevenson, is one I find helpful when there are gremlins about:
The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings
like your “bee inside the flower” for example, and other “intangible wonders of life”
Does this have a tune to it? If it doesn’t it should!
This is so very profound and touches me deeply – I can relate to it so much. You capture it to a whole new world and level. Thank you!
What beautiful thing to say Dana ? I am very grateful for your presence here?
My (current) “theory” about gremlins is that they are facets – unattractive, nasty, weak, albeit sometimes persuasive – of my multi-faceted self – so I acknowledge them, but politely refute their attempts to represent me – I have many more positive facets – what to call them? – to show the world …
Yes we always have a choice, don’t we 😉 Thank you for commenting and sharing here Louis.
beautiful and heart touching article. Thank you!!
Thank you ?
the honor and pleasure is mine 🙂