Life is as simple as a rose — there’s nothing complicated about it — and yet it is mysterious. Although there is nothing complicated about it, we are not able to comprehend it through the intellect. You can fall in love with a rose, you can smell it, you can touch it, you can feel it, you can even be it, but if you start dissecting it, you will only have something dead in your hands.
I was up very early this morning, and had the opportunity to watch the sunrise. I didn’t actually see the sun itself because it was so cloudy and rain was on the way, but the clouds echoed the morning’s awakening colors of pink, gold, and red. I don’t have pictures to show you. It was better to watch rather than record. If I were to add a touch more red to the rose pictured above, I would come close to showing you this morning’s sunrise colors.
I had hoped to go for a walk before the rains came, but I lazed around longer than I should have if I wanted to beat the wet weather. I don’t regret the lazing around or the rain (both are needed for varying reasons), but it was refreshingly cool (in the 50’s) and I think it would have been an opportunity to go out without being swarmed by black flies, deer flies, and mosquitoes. We are well into tick season, too, so cool weather is most welcome if it keeps the insect population quiet and scarce for a day or two.
Life is funny, isn’t it? It should be simple, but we often make things complicated by the simple act of analyzing it when what we should be doing is simply being, doing, and living.
I saw my doctor yesterday, and she confirmed what I already knew. I have one hell of an upper respiratory infection. I would have let it play out for another week or so, but my eyes got involved in the process. It was time to get some assistance. Of course that means antibiotics again, something I really hoped to avoid.
I find myself wondering about why 2015 has been the year of illness for me. Some say that when you keep getting sick, your body is trying to tell you something. Maybe it’s telling you to rest, relax, stop letting things stress you out. Or maybe it’s telling you to move more, eat healthier, spend more time meditating. There may well be infinite messages the body can be conveying through illness and injury, and your job, so they say, is to figure out what those messages might be.
Fighting life only saps our energy, blocking us from the love, healing and compassion available to us from our own hearts. Once we accept our given reality, our energy shifts. Release happens.
~ Susan Santucci
The more I try to figure things out, the more complicated it all becomes. As much as I like to analyze and research, I think it is time to just be sick. Instead of fighting illness, it’s time to surrender to it. Instead of thinking of sickness as a betrayal, it’s time to be grateful to my body for all that it does, and has been doing, to heal and bring me back to a state of good health.
Pretty simple, really. Just be with what is.
I reckon that’s it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on this rainy Thursday. Thank you for visiting, and keeping me company while I learn how to follow my own closing advice…
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂