1-10-2012       Kin 122 5 Ik       Moon in Leo

Just when you’ve finally got the perfect picnic party organized, set-up and orchestrated, on the pristine manicured lawn, it rains. All of your elaborate plans and first-rate intentions along with the furniture, food and fantasy end up soaked. You and your guests get sobbing wet. What a crying shame! Or is it? There’s really not a damned thing you can do about it. Maybe what the two monks said, after having made their long arduous way to a bridge, which would have cut 6 hours from the journey, found it washed away due to an unexpected flood: “So what? We won’t be crossing this bridge. We’ll just have to move onto the next one”. They never missed a beat. They simply whistled and kept walking.

Why then, do we get so bent out of shape when our ‘this time’ plans are interrupted? Or when we are inconvenienced in some manner, our appointments are delayed or the other does not launch or conclude a project in exactly the same way we would have? Why does it never occur to us that the event, program, circumstance, situation, episode, and/or relationship which has dissolved, for whatever reason, crumbled, due to fortuitous extenuating tentacles which could NOT, under any condition, have turned out any different than it did? In fact, the disrupting of the occurrence was already prefaced in the seed, before it came into existence, as a mere idea.

What happens, more often than not, though, we jump to conclusions about how wonderful the event/relationship would have been IF it had had the opportunity to run its most impeccable course. Just a tad bit unreasonable, don’t you think? No. We don’t think of these possibilities when our objectives are toyed with. Then, to add insult to injury, fear, hurt, frustration, blame and anger enter the picture for a ‘high ole time’ of bemoaning, whining and wallowing in self pity. How do these reactions improve the situation? The plain fact is; they don’t. The somber reaction causes one to grow bitter not better.

Too much of one’s life is spent in grieving and reliving what could have, might have, would have or should have been instead realizing the train of human experience full of life, liberty, laughter and love has not stopped running on the tracks. When one asks for a ‘why’ when one is not easily forthcoming, nothing short of ‘why-ing’ (whining) occurs. Some things have no explanation: like why it rains when you plan a picnic. The unutterable truth: life is difficult even in the best of times and the best of times leaves us with enormous emotional difficulty IF we don’t know how to let go and move on.

Once having decided upon and accepted a chosen course, people don’t choose to believe that with new plans, an entirely better result could be obtained. Of course, you would have to define the word ‘Better’. Better could mean seeing a new perspective, opening up of portal of immeasurable joy yet to be experienced. Anytime, you shut down, you’ve shut up the remotest possibility of experiencing sublime artistic sensitivity. In other words, with the interruptions come ‘pearls of great price’ IF you can recognize the masquerading boxes they arrive in. Instead of trying to force “your way” to be had, let go and proceed with whichever way the wind is blowing. It’s trying to blow you in a fresh direction, can’t you see that?

You’ve gotten yourself in a rut but you didn’t even recognize the severity of your conflicting self-sabotaging tactics you’ve set up to break through the ill-fitting barriers. You have spent and spend your life planning such elaborate schemes; I’M talking something as simple as commanding that the clothes be washed a certain way or the dishes be placed ‘like you say’ in the dishwater. What a complete and utter tyrannical bore you are. Actual spontaneous living scares the hell out of you! And, yet you pretend you have it all together and that you are such an accommodating peacemaker. Bull Shit. You are a phony and everyone knows your manipulative games. You use people for your own benefit and try to turn the tables around as if they are in the wrong for having called you on it.

When will you realize that genuine security, peace of mind and authentic bliss does not come from a sense of having everything in place? Nope. Try to control another with ‘iron clad’ plans, regimens, methods, demands, and you will end up being so walled in (jailed) yourself that you will look frantic and bombed. That scheming strategy works for builders, chefs, painters, engineers, etc. But, not when you genuinely want to build a worthy, substantial relationship. The most romantic and fun-loving character in the play has always been the fool. What’s wrong with not knowing; moreover, not caring the way things turns out? That’s called not having a lust of result. Whatever happened to just letting things pop up without having taken care of every detail? Marilyn Monroe did a fabulous job simply being the very best Marilyn for the Silver Screen. The rest played itself out in the only manner it could.