It’s a frigid January morning here in our little house in the woods. The propane furnace motor hummed during the night trying to keep us warm, and this morning at 6 a.m. I started a roaring fire in the wood stove for today’s heat.
It’s cozy now, and I sip coffee and breathe. Listen to the silence, the noisy thoughts, the wood stove, the subtle hum of life.
Barry’s off to work and I don’t need to help out with school accounting today. Actually, I could sign in remotely and try to fix a $480 journal entry connected with payroll liabilities but, hey, that’s for another morning.
It’s been a peaceful spell here–except for the day of the capitol riots–where we sat glued to the computer while Barry worked on plumbing pipes in the basement. My heart is still heavy thinking of it, but we’ve on to hopefully happier times and I don’t want to talk about that any more right now.
It took about ten days to relax and shift gears after my 75 day spiritual daily blogging. Then, like clockwork, it all settled again into a new rhythm. Now am just waiting for inspiration to arise, with no need to write or not write.
What I want to share this morning is this–a Facebook friend/acquaintance posted excitedly about getting her vaccine in town. She was thrilled. She’s medically compromised, older, and wants the protection of the shot. At the end of her post she turned political and berated Nancy Pelosi for not getting the vaccine.
However, last night, this dear woman reappeared to apologize and correct herself. She called her recent post FAKE NEWS and said she made a mistake. She said she should have left politics out of it. She said her readers had corrected her with information that Nancy had received her vaccine. With humor and grace she thoughtfully and lovingly apologized to the Speaker of the House. She finished with her “deprogramming” will consist of facials and massages.
How many times do we hear people admitting they were wrong? Apologizing? Vowing to do better next time? I’m not sure (and my memory may be foggy) but I can’t remember seeing this on Facebook many other times. Usually it just seems a vicious or defense exchange insisting upon a pre-determined viewpoint.
I am certainly not immune to making mistakes. Or pushing an agenda. Or insisting things are one way–when in reality they can be multi-faceted and multi-sided and nuanced shades of black, white, gray and truth.
But what if we can just gracefully admit we were wrong? Confess we didn’t see the whole story. That we were limited. That we may have been petty. That we were angry.
Our egos don’t like that idea too much, do they?
They would oft-times rather be right and put on a good face to the world instead of saying Sorry, I apologize, Please forgive me.
It feels shaky and vulnerable to do that, doesn’t it? Kind of scary.
I so admire when people can do this. When we can do this. And I have hopes that this is not a pipe dream.
I am dreaming, this quiet and cold January morning in the woods, of a kind world beyond self-righteous ideas and ideals. Not that there’s anything wrong with ideas and ideals. But isn’t there a world of the heart that overlays our polarized opinions of right and wrong? Isn’t there a field, as Rumi says, beyond? Isn’t there a path of the heart that doesn’t attempt to create war from opposite viewpoints?
Not sure how to fully embody and LIVE this path of the heart, but trying to imperfectly but faithfully do this each day.
Anybody else dream of this? Do we all have a Martin Luther King inside of us imagining this way of the heart’s inclusion?