I’ve been thinking about evolution. It seems the word has been swimming to my heart’s surface and sloshing around in my head, begging to be noticed. Perhaps the election hoopla got me thinking about change and the future, about my own growth journey, too. I’m not who I was, and neither am I who I intend to be. I, like everything that exists in the universe, am evolving — for better or worse.
Time is change, transformation, evolution. ~ I.L Peretz
In my mind, time is not a process in which life takes (our youth, our strength, our now). Instead, time moves like a gentle wind, ushering us into new challenges and experiences in which we can grow. I have to remind myself that happiness is good, but evolving is better. So I have to welcome small disappointments and pains, because my ultimate goals should be these:
Evolution and The Art of Release
This weekend I watched a reality show in which a relationship expert worked with a broken son and his mother. It was Super Soul Sunday, my time to stretch out, eat chocolate, and become one with the sofa.
I watched as this mother and son put years of pain on the table. They released bitter words and emotions, that like tiny swords had been slicing them from the inside. But the most profound moment was when the mother turned to her son and said, “You are judging me for the mistakes I made, punishing me for the person I was. You cannot see the person I’ve grown to become.”
It’s human nature to constantly evaluate things –whether we do that consciously or unconsciously. In our hearts and minds we are always rating, measuring, analyzing things. This is why it’s so difficult to practice what we call “non-judgment.” Old habits die hard. But as I evolve, I aim to become someone who can be completely aware without making harsh judgments or taking offense. Someone who silences the voice of my hasty critic and leaves the swords of anger and cynicism unswallowed.
Ego looks outward, but the soul looks inward.
So I move forward, away from the election madness and the hatred that wrapped its tentacles around me in the social media maze. I move away from the past, from the hurts I experienced as a child, as a wife and as a woman. I am here now and grateful to be where I am.
Mantra: Inhale this moment. Exhale the past.