A Blessing for Being
There are ancient rivals named Becoming and
Being. Even if you have not thought about Becoming
or talked about it, your body knows Becoming
as doing. You get educated, pursue occupational
goals, you achieve, you create a home, you pay bills
and rake leaves in Autumn.
Without a great deal of consideration, you give
Becoming the power to hold your essential worth.
And rightly so, you build, you generate, you create,
you fix, you teach and maybe you heal. However,
there comes a time when the weight of the soul’s
sacredness asks for more.
When does striving bring a fatigue to the soul?
Have you allowed yourself to feel how lost you
may become amidst the pile of actions? Can you
pause and wonder who you might be when you
crawl out from that pile? How many successes
will be enough to confirm that you are enough?
If you know the emptiness of Becoming, then
trust that knowing. Becoming has its place and
it’s not enough to birth meaning and depth.
You know the whispers of Being when you give
yourself permission to nap. There is Being in
the tenderness of deserving rest.
Deservedness is the cradle of Being. It puts
proving to rest. Proving is so easily laced
through all expressions of Becoming. Proving
hides itself behind the veils of being ambitious,
productive, creative and responsible. Proving
possesses an insatiable hunger.
We prove that we are enough, deserving of love.
We prove we are worthy of forgiveness regarding
our last transgression. We attempt to prove we
merit redemption for having loved poorly. These
strivings are of no avail; they simply place us on
the mountain with Sisyphus – forever incomplete.
Being is knocking on the door of your soul when
urgency subsides, when doing loses its tenacity
and the next best thing to do fades behind the
shadow of an incandescent light cast by the joy
of what is happening now, no matter how simple.
The gift of Being is a love asking for no proof.