Have you ever notice that a fly will fly through an open window and spend the next few hours buzzing along the glass right next to it, just a few inches from freedom, only to end up dying on the window sill. Is it just by sheer coincidence that the open window was right in its flight path and there it found itself in my apartment, or was it consciously aware that it was entering, but it was somehow ill-equipped to get back out?
It makes me wonder how many times I have felt stuck in my life, (name it - a relationship, an emotion, a job, the freezer isle at the grocery store wondering if it should be Ben and Jerry's or Haagen Dazs) and in that moment be so caught up in the frustration and anxiety that I have failed to realize that the solution or the freedom or the release was only inches away.
For myself I pray for serenity in each moment, which then allows discernment to arise.
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