“Struggling with the quest for meaning in painful happenings is endless. We worry less about the meaning of nice things, just glad that they happen.” #LaurenceFreeman
Search for Meaning –
This quote was part of my morning devotions and I’ve reflected on it several times during the day.
Each of us can look back upon a time of, or may be experiencing, a “quest for meaning” in the midst of “painful happenings.” Seasons of loss when what we valued, cared for, loved, was taken from us. In the midst of our lives, when tragedy happens, the search for meaning and fitting the hurt and loss into our paradigm of existence is difficult, if not impossible. We wonder; “why? what did we do? didn’t do? how do we fix it? stop the hurt? save ourselves from being wounded again?” Our minds, emotions, spirit whirl with questions and we drown in the minutiae of confusion and blame.
The second part of the quote states; “We worry less about the meaning of nice things, just glad they happen.” Rarely do we reflect upon the why the blessings of life happen. We tend to take the happy, joyful parts of our life for granted. However, if we stop to think about it the “good” which happens to us can be as bewildering as the “bad.”
By the end of today, votes will be counted, a winner chosen and many people will be experiencing pain and others; joy. Hopefully, we don’t stop with the emotions but look deeper into ourselves and ask; “Why this happiness? Sadness?” We’ve been beaten over the head this political season with one side is “evil” while the other is the “savior.” Truthfully neither is either. We get wrapped up in choosing sides, labeling, and judging others who don’t think or vote like we do.
It’s easy to forget how small we are, how little we matter in the vast history fo space and time. We don’t reflect upon our place in all things which exist and accept that we are but brief, flashes of light, that are barely noticeable in a universe full of brightness and darkness, emptiness and fullness. Meaning is greater than an election and we are more than then our precious few breaths between life and death.
The meaning of life, of existence, is greater than an election and we are more than then our precious few breaths between life and death.
Who We Are… –
Politics! It’s everywhere! I am so tired and weary of this political season. It has drained me of my hope for this country’s current political structure to right itself and begin to work again. The machinations of government are lost and we’re quickly losing any sense of the nation that once was a beacon. This is not; “morning in America!” but a nightmare which we may never awake from.
Outside of my front door is a large Oak tree. I love this tree, if one can love a tree. Its been growing for longer than this season’s politicians have been alive. It stands majestically in the front yard, tall, strong and laughs at the power grabs we humans make. It scoffs at our illusion of self-importance. There is a hill behind my house which gently slopes up. I often walk to the top and look around and see countless trees, hills, skies, the sun or moon and am reminded of how small we truly are and our lack of importance compared to nature. Our limited existence on this insignificant rock spinning in space we call home is rather puny.
I have to admit the thought of either candidates winning the current election sends chills down my spine and into my spirit. I don’t see how anyone can vote for either one. I hear people say; “If you don’t vote for this one, the other one is going to win!” as if an unprecedented cataclysm will befall the Earth. It’s just hype. It’s not true. We don’t have that kind of power. Its us pumping up and tripping over our ego.
We did not bring into being the life, rhythm and purpose of existence. We cannot end it. Go outside, look at the sky, be reminded of our smallness. Take a breath, let go, remember who you are and who you aren’t.