Labeling

In recognising the utter futility of it all, that it's the belief that life is "elsewhere" which creates the very anxiety, tension and stress we long to be rid of, we may be willing to look again at this insufficient present moment, to deeply explore whatever lies beneath the label boredom, discomfort, tension, dissatisfaction, sadness, pain, fear, before it's packaged up and pushed away as unwanted.

And what do we find when we really feel it? Tingling, pulsing, throbbing sensations, a vibrant, energetic aliveness, the electricity of life -forces moving, aching and softening, resisting and freeing, flowing unpredictably like a current of air, from a playful breeze to a chaotic, rampaging tornado, dancing with light, floating steps then suddenly fiery, punchy and intense, colors, shapes, smells and tastes, sounds, silences, heating and cooling, an immediate, compelling and utterly captivating drama. This is the rich, living vitality that we become numb to, that is continually rejected, locked out in favour of an idea, an abstract, untouchable, unfeelable idea of how it all should be. And what of this insufficient "me", the one that should be happier, fitter, brighter, sexier, more spiritual, more awake? Beyond all our judgments about what's right and wrong, there's beauty in our flaws and our frailties, grace in our kooky, dippy, awkwardness, wonder in all our tender, delicate humanness, that particular way we look, that particular way we walk and talk, all of it, including the imperfections, going into the make of our unparalleled uniqueness, a human work of art, sculpted and fired by the most talented, prolific artist unimaginable.