Well, that’s a big word.
“Trust in the universe” has been floated my way often lately as I’ve been having a bit of a crisis of faith as I seem to encounter obstacle after obstacle. Every time I think the cycle is on an upswing, things are getting better, finally sorting themselves out – another mountain appears to climb. I keep wondering how long this can go on for. It’s been years. And I’m starting to lose faith.
“I’m so proud of how you are dealing with all this, coming through with flying colors,” someone told me. I’m not through anything and I certainly am not flying. Dealing is a necessity.
I’ve lived long enough to go through the ups and downs. To struggle and rise above, to see the light after living in the dark, to be content and balanced and live in equanimity. I keep waiting for the tide to turn and it just doesn’t.
So – here I go no longer trusting myself or “the universe” or “the divine plan” or in the goodness of the world. (That’s partly New York’s fault as it is a place that so easily can push you down and hide the beauty of the world and people from you.) And I know the further I float from this trust and faith the harder it will be to find solid ground. That’s all we have at the end of the day.
I look back and see so many of the difficult realities and experiences with new eyes and understand how in someway or for someone each experience was the right thing to happen. It doesn’t make it easier. Many were sacrifices I made for my child – I wouldn’t do those things differently even knowing now how much I lost of myself in the process.
I just keep going.
I took a yoga workshop a few weeks ago at a friend’s suggestion, not knowing anything about the teacher or even what the workshop would be; I just needed something. It was a challenging class. I modified a lot. And then the teacher demonstrated coming in and out of scorpion. I had never accomplished scorpion pose, it’s never been on my must do list or been a goal of mine, it’s not a necessary part of my practice. She didn’t offer an alternative so I just trusted that somehow I could do it. And then I did. I didn’t bother with the fear or doubt and didn’t expect anything. I wasn’t attached to whether the pose happened or not.
I trust I will survive. I trust life goes on and I will do my best. And I trust one day I will find my way back to my yoga practice and find detachment and balance and truly know again what is real and what is the truth and be able to drop all of the “me” that is getting in the way of “Me”.
Trust is really just letting go and accepting things as they are.
I enjoy your blog and can relate to what seems like an ongoing circumstance continually disguised as a new challenge wrapped in a ‘same song, umpteenth verse’ vibration. I believe your ‘Me’ is one of purpose. The other ‘me’ shares the purpose of the ego, which we all have and which includes our hopes and fears but is terrible at driving the boat, always going in a circle. Your ‘Me’ comes from a place of personal power and purpose, clarified and illuminated by Love.
Thank you. Yes – exactly and nicely put. Thank you for reading.
Beautiful, powerful … and remember too the meanings of your self-chosen name: Mitra: Protector of truth and righteousness; Knower of high knowledge as women understand knowledge to be, strong, ever aware; Guardian of relationships born of love; Protector of promises made; Reflector of the Light of the Divine and daughter of the sun. Embrace your-Self!!! You are awesome!!!
Thanks! And where did you get those definitions of my name?? Or was that your usual poetry…
Checked my literature on Zarathustra and his revealed sacred text, Ahura Mazda, Mithraism, and ancient Sanskrit texts? :)!!!