Sometimes There Just Aren't Enough Rocks...

“Sometimes there just aren’t enough rocks…” Forrest Gump.

Isn’t that true? When we are in the deepest moment of “why mes” and “Go figures” and we are faced with either clutching the rocks protruding from the side of the steep mountain or letting go and tumbling into the dark crevices of the unknown; it never seems to fail that we run out of rocks. In the moments of our inability to see our way through it and we think we lack the rational to talk ourselves out of it, we seem to fall short of aspersions to cast.

We grab for anything that will save us from plummeting down our mountains. We cling to fleshy roots or thin brittle ledges while making deals and pleading for our souls. We’ve come face to face with the tipping point of surrendering, and even so, we make one last ditch effort to bargain for our salvation.

We do this because we fear the unknown. We fear the judgment of others, the lack of control, and the chaos that will inevitably ensue. The fear is real. Fear threatens our survival, our sanity, our existence, and our very livingness. We see it every day with people we meet. Fear is coveted by some, while shunned by others.

It is so easy to surrender to fear’s seductive nature. It is so insidious that most of the time we don’t even realize we are functioning in its clutches. One moment we are content in our lives, then the next we feel the strain of fear engorge our hearts, intruding the very sacred space we thought we had infused with confidence, gratitude, and love.

But what if we looked at fear differently? What if we approached fear with the belief that it is nothing more than…an annoying case of the hiccups? How fast the strangling hold of fear would lose its grasp in our lives. Amazingly enough...we can hold our breaths, and heal ourselves.

Really? All we have to do is hold our breath and change our life? Yes…it is a moment of interrupt—that’s all. It is changing our mind about what we see, how we react to the situation, and the willingness to let go.

Because if we take a second to see that somewhere in this instance of chaos there is perfect logic occurring, then we can identify the source of our fear and change our idea about it. Then, and only then, we can encapsulate the fear in Peace and Love.

Sometimes we are so buried in a situation that we can’t see a way out. We are so stuck in our disbelief that we need someone to plunge themselves up to their shoulder blades, into our deep dark sea of despondency and haul us out. And it’s in that desperate moment, when we think nobody’s willing to sacrifice themselves for us; that someone is there able to pull us out. It is that moment when we come to realize, they had been there the entire time, waiting for us to reach up. But we must be willing to grasp their hands. We must be ready to change the way we react to the situation.

I’ve stated it before; one of my most favorite quotes by Albert Einstein, “You cannot solve a problem with the same mind that created it.”

Are we trying to fix a situation using the same consciousness that put us in the muck and mire? Are we clinging to false hope that if we put our heads in the sand, the tidal wave won’t bowl us over?

Every day we wake up breathing, give thanks. Every day we have the ability to take up thy bed and walk, give gratitude, and every day we love someone and someone loves us back, celebrate it. 

Then we will prove fear has no place in our lives. Then we will find the thick strong ledges of our mountain and then we will find out…we had a safety line attached around our bodies the entire time. We just had an annoying case of the hiccups.

Thanks for hanging out and reading my ramblings~