Reactivity
Following from my previous post about my knees hitting the floor, I’m still recovering from my fall and have admitted to myself that yes, in fact, my wrist is still wonky, so off I go to the Drs this pm. Not only that but my whole right side is still very sore in spite of epsom salts baths and ‘taking it easy’. Taking a metaphoric look at the meaning of injuring my right side is the topic for a whole other series of posts!
Perhaps I was a touch reactive when yet again, this time by my husband and in the presence of my 93 year old father who in fact does have a walker, my ‘needing a walker’ was brought up in jest.
Pema Chodron writes about her start as the ‘head person’ at the Buddhist Monastery in Nova Scotia, where she came face to face with her own stuff. I still enjoy reading her description of doing the dishes and being angry at the person who never did their share and re-read this portion frequently.
Down there on the pavement, I was face to face with ‘my stuff’; my flash temper, my reactivity, hypocrisy, attachments, cravings, judgements. If taking a tumble wasn’t enough, I have my family to help keep me humble.
Yes, our real spiritual work is allowing ourselves to accept our darkness, our reactivity, our ‘warts’, our areas of dissonance, not only accept but make friends with, and have compassion for. Ah, and in this, there is peace!
in love and peace,
zoey