Courage of Fear Quotes of the Day discussion

"Humility is a clear recognition of what and who we are followed by a sincere attempt to grow in the likeness of God. Humility is not humiliation." Courage of Fear

I am just a gal trudging through this life like everyone else. I put one foot in front of the other and continue. Sometimes I trip over my own feet. Sometimes I trip over your feet. At times a pebble might get under foot and annoy the hell out of me for several miles and/or several days till my brain kicks in and forces me to remove the damned thing from my agonizing clutches. Sometimes I step on my toes. Sometimes I step on your toes. Many times my brain will scream "hurry the hell up already I am waiting way up here!", because it had left my body behind days before. Regardless I trudge. Often times, even though I only have two feet, there is this disillusion that exists that places many more in every place imaginable till I feel tied up like a pretzel saying, very spiritually mind you, WTF.

Life can get complicated and the roadmap between my ears many times will exacerbate that complication fourscore and more. When this takes place, the complications, all of a sudden the negativity feeds on itself. Similar to Seymour in that play; goodness I cannot remember the name of the play yet the famous line is "feed me, Seymour, feed me." When that happens I grow irretable, frustrated, and more and more negative.

Inevitably, and yes eventually, the road will narrow and the horizon will widen. That small still voice inside me says "Hey, I am here. Don't forget about me. Knock, knock? You can quit stumbling now." It is in that second, which sometimes tends to drift to moments, sometimes to hours and then to days, I experience peace. I don't know what it is. I don't really care what it is. I just know I really really like it when "it" happens. Clarity sets in and yes sometimes even a good old chuckle at myself for one more time taking the path to resistance. It is there where I come to acceptance of my humanism. And because of my Jungian philosophy I begin to experience joy in my own fumbles and inadequacies. Don't get me wrong. Even though I have tried to practice this spiritual journey for some time I have yet to be able to release my hold from the invisible bat I carry, whose sole purpose is to be used to beat myself silly... one day maybe I will be able to release my grip from it, yet alas not yet.

Having been blessed to have worked with a bunch of folks I have learned I am not alone in my self-inflicted warrior trudge of humanism. No offense folks, but I find a tremendous amount of peace in that. On more than one occasion in my life something or someone or even some instance will lead me across the stories of the scriptures or the Buddha or the likes; where they too suffered from this daunting, sometimes dismal yet always fascinating realization of humanism. It is at those times when the path narrows and the horizon opens up where I can hear my Creator chuckle, and indeed possibly shake his head to my amazement, and inside I hear Popeye "I am what I am and that's all that I am. Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck." And having trudge this path for sometime now I am reminded of Aristotle philosophy which is similar to today's quote above... it is then I can say to myself "This is me. This is all of me. The good and the not so good of me which makes me me." I can then look up in gratitude and say "Thank you."

Too often than not I see folks beat up on themselves for mistakes. They see mistakes, or poor choices in life as bad things; many times nonspiritual things... HOGWASH I say! They are only negative when i chose not to see the positive in them... when i chose to stay stuck and deny myself my own imperfections, which make me uniquely myself and unique to my journey home. Mistakes happen to those that live life. Such lessons are a necessary part of growth and are vital to spiritual development. There is nothing to be ashamed of nor humiliated by. They are meant to be embraced and love for all that they give to us.

In my novel, Courage of Fear, one of the minor (very likable, tell it like it is east coast woman) characters, Martha (I really loved this character and miss her very much actually) tells a story of a Old Man Rivers and his carrot and rabbit. For those of you that have read Courage I am sure you will agree, Martha with all her wit and force tells a story there that depicts the full essence of humility. You just got to love Martha!

Today may we embrace and love the good and not so good about ourselves as part of the Whole.

Have a grand day all.