Good morning, dear readers. Just got inside after scraping off eight or ten inches of crusty snow from the car. While I was out there in the dark, I warmed up Barry’s car before he left for work. It’s 28 degrees, give or take.
So early in the year for our first significant snowfall. We’re used to October snows but they don’t usually stay on the ground.
More 2020 fun, right?
Of course when you’re scraping off the car at 7 a.m. there’s bitching going on in the head. Thoughts mutter things like “Really? You gotta be kidding!”
I let all these thoughts continue for awhile, kind of internally grinning at the way parts of us carry on about things that make us work, worry or woe.
Then something else (you might call it grace or witness or Spirit or heart or God) allowed a big-picture view. An eagle-eye glimpse from high in the sky. Radical acceptance poured over the whole scene like soothing honey for the soul.
This too is OK. This too is allowed to be. This too is as it is.
Radical acceptance: such a radical concept. One at which I stumble daily, sometimes hourly, sometimes by the minute. It’s more of a practice than a success or failure.
Just letting everything be as it is.
It’s actually the cornerstone of meditation, isn’t it?
Let the bitch-thoughts come. Let the grief rise. Let the nervous system flounder toward safety.
Let the whole world fall apart and then watch it come together again in a brand new way.
Whenever I suffer something seems to be happening: I am not accepting what is appearing. Instead I fight, fuss, fume, find fault, fiddle, falter in faith.
There is nothing wrong with any of those “f” activities just described. They can be radically accepted as well.
Perhaps we think that if we don’t fight–if we radically accept–that which we deem wrong and hurtful and uncompassionate will never change. Perhaps we think our acceptance condones the world’s pain.
I have thought this, too. But I’ve come to discover that radical acceptance is the out-breath of relaxing into seeing that things are the way they are. The body goes ahhhhh. During the in-breath we then proceed to make a statement, change or response from a place of peace, compassion and love.
Radical acceptance actually allows a movement from the Holy Heart rather than our reactive primitive brain or conditioned movement or fear-based human creature.
The best part of writing this spiritual blog daily is that now I can remember to relax into radical acceptance as this day unfolds.
Whatever shall be, shall be. We don’t have to like it. But we can relax into allowing it.
Even October snow.
Day 10 of a seventy-five day journey to more deeply connect with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.