That sums it up and I find I can really relate to this image. For a long time, during each traumatic or difficult event, I would imagine the time in the future when I would come out of it. I lived for that moment of peace and release from the strife. Life had other things in store for me and although there was resolution, before one tough challenge was finished, another would come along. Again, I focused on the distant day it would all be different. It’s been like that for so many years now, I’ve stopped thinking about it. Now, out to sea in the rain and floating on my chair - I’m not thinking about that day. I’m trying to reach down deep and find the strength to keep going, the wisdom to guide me through, the heart to stay open, the vision to see what’s right in front of me. I am alive, living this beautiful life, this messy struggle of a life and that’s good. There is much to celebrate and happiness if I will allow it. I see myself more as a marathon runner now, on the long race but now and again I stop to smell the flowers - they smell so sweet.
Those are my encouraging words for today, I’ll leave you with some more that say it even better.
“A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted!”
(From “Zen Flesh, Zen Bones,” Buddha told a parable in a sutra. Compiled by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki - Shambhala Pocket Classics)