The Messy Bits
Life is lived in The Messy Bits. We may reach for the summits and strive for success, completeness, enlightenment — but in truth what we end up with — what we ALL end up with — is The Messy Bits.
We have the struggle to survive and thrive with all the responsibilities of maintaining relationships, careers, or fuck that — just plain old run of the mill J.O.B.s. Because most of us don’t build a career — we work for a paycheck. We got bills to pay, in-laws up our butts, kids with crooked teeth, and a pain in the ass neighbor with a lawn fetish.
We have bad luck, bad health, bad karma, and bad mojo. There are many days we can’t find our asses with both hands. And a flashlight.
And yet — There She is. The Universe. Gracing our Hot Mess of a Life with Her presence. She’s not making it all go away or tying up all your problems with a neat little bow. She’s not popping out of a lamp and granting you wishes or whispering winning lottery numbers in your ear.
She is sitting next to you with a hand on your shoulder as you face All The Things. She’s at the bottom of your tequila glass when you’ve run out of places to turn. She’s the stranger on the street giving you directions, changing your tire, helping you with your groceries. She’s serendipity. She’s The Blessing In Disguise when you didn’t get what you thought you wanted.
She is The Messy Bits. The relationships. The Crisis. The Set Backs. The Traumas. The Triumphs. She is every challenge you face. She is every joy you revel in.
She is always there. In our Hot Mess of a Life.
She does not hide in ashrams and convents. She does not live in the Ivory Towers of the Rich and Famous. She walks the streets of humanity. She strolls the forests of Nature. She sings along with the Ocean. She breathes with the rhythm of Life itself.
Everywhere you turn, She is there. You don’t have to even look — She will find you. Faith will find you. Kindness will find you. Compassion will find you. Hope will find you. Love will find you. She will find you.
Count on it.
Namaste.
