Thursday, April 21, 2011

Shedding Light on Doing The Dishes

I walk in the door and let it slam shut behind me while my bag slides from my shoulder and hits the floor with a muffled thump. No point in taking off my boots, I muse, I doubt I will be here long enough to make it worth my while...
It’s been a long trip just to find my way back home; a week gone and six hours in the car to get back to the arms of my beloved but I do have plans to slip back out again and go see an old friend before my other half gets home from work.

I walk a little ways into the kitchen and sigh softly. I might be here longer than I thought, I realize as I glance over at the counter and notice the mountain of dishes piled up. Why on earth did he let them get so stacked up, I wonder as I meander over to the kitchen. Oh well, I laugh to myself while shaking my head, it is the one thing he really hates to do so no surprise really that there are so many; he could go weeks without ever cracking the tap if he had enough dishes to last that long. I chuckle out loud now at the mental picture of him wading through a kitchen overrun with dirty plates, stepping over bowls and tiptoeing through pots that need scrubbing just so he can get to the fridge for his traditional midnight snack. Funny, I think, that I find the humour in this now when not so many years ago it would have driven me up the wall. A new life, new lessons learned and a new man suddenly has made it acceptable. No point in nit picking at the little things after working so hard to build a strong relationship filled with trust and based on the simple principal of “I love you exactly as you are”. I can’t live and work with this kind of energy around me, I think as I start reorganizing them in preparation for a bit of dish doing. Then it occurs to me while I am shifting and shuffling dishes around so I have room to work, this is kinda of a metaphor for life really. We let things slide, let them build up. We have thoughts like ‘oh I can get to that later’ and ‘will do that the first chance I get’, then wonder why all of a sudden we have this overwhelming pile of dirtiness that we feel we have to deal with immediately or else...

Friday, April 15, 2011

Twisted Tales of a Truthful kind...

What would it be like if I was not aware? How would I live if my eyes had never been opened and if I did not see beyond the veil? What would life be if I could take all things at face value?
It is questions like these that haunt my days of late, questions of how and why things turn out the way they do... The sad part is that it is in the knowing that all happens for a reason and all is as it should be that I suffer most when it is supposed to be in the knowing that we find comfort and inner peace...

I suppose that is the paradox of existing in our current reality, this contrast between what we know to be a truth and what we see as being laid before our eyes for us to accept as a truth. It is the paradox that confuses the mind and muddles the heart, gives rise to a growing sadness and at the end of the day brings a certain sense of wonder at the vastness of the deception. The challenge is to accept that the deception is not created by any other than ourselves, that the lie we fight so boldly and bravely against was in truth set up by us in expectation of the experience that would come with our growing awareness of it. Yet how does this play into our everyday lives? How do we connect the dots so to speak of what we know to be true and what we see and feel to be how things are in our current state of being?