Week 79 - Sitting in the Power
- Shirley Riga
- 12 hours ago
- 2 min read
It Takes Courage
I’m an introvert at heart and enjoy my time alone. I never knew who I was until I found my authenticity. Until I listened. Until I took the time to hear me.
My courage is a gift as I work through deeply embedded memories of pre-verbal abuse and understand why my inner pain has loitered around my life’s journey until it could be heard, witnessed and understood.
My silence is a gift. I feared it as a threat until I turned inward and took the time to be with me. It is a key to my existence.
My mind is a gift. I knew it as a dominating ruler until I turned my compassionate attention towards my terror and really listened. There I found MY values and a wealth of experience.
My heart is a gift. I never knew there was such wealth underneath the pain. I never knew a heart is strong enough to survive the opening of my pain door and freeing the mountain of hurt so I could see the other side waiting for me of all possibilities.
My human vessel is a gift. I have held it up in judgment for years until I turned away from others’ values and accepted me as I am. (still working on it) I am grateful I have weathered so many storms and still I stand.
I am a finely tuned instrument able to see I am the one in charge of turning and tuning. I define and limit and label and block and judge.
I am in charge of rising and believing and loving and allowing and trusting.
I am in charge. Life is practice.
Who turns this into that?
Sound into noise?
Aroma into odor? Taste into pleasure or disgust?
Who turns yes into no? Grace into unkindness?
Who turns the present into the past? Who turns the now into the not-now?
As-it-is into as-it-should-be?
Silence into boredom? Stillness into restlessness?
The ordinary into the menial?
Who turns pain into suffering? Change into loss?
Grief into woe? Woe into the story of your life?
Who turns stuff into sentiment? Desire into craving?
Acceptance into aversion?
Peace into war? Us into them?
Who turns life into labor? Time into toil?
Enough into not-enough?
Who turns why into why not?
Who turns delusion into enlightenment?
Who thinks? Who feels? Who senses?
Who turns?
All practice is the practice of making a turn in a different
Direction.
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