I started my day with a great, that is GREAT, deal of worry, fret and fear… mostly about money and will I have enough to pay my bills over the next month or so. I, perhaps even the collective “we”, are quick to worry even when there is enough to pay for fuel for the car and to put food on the table for another week. My parents being products of the Great Depression in the 1930’s, had their stories of limited supply. A story my mother told: they would receive their monthly allotment of toilet paper for the month. They knew how many squares were on each roll and how many squares each person could use per trip so the rolls would last for the entire month. She counted squares until the day she died. My point here is her habits continued well after the need to keep them. My father was the “keeper”. Keep that, we might need it or may be able to use it. Funny though, when he did need “that”, he had no idea where it was in the garage, so off to the store to buy a new one. But no, he would buy two or three just in case. Then, months even years later, we would find the one he knew he had, plus the two extra bought just in case. The 1930’s were a time of keep it and use it >> perhaps the original recycle, use, reuse concept. What I learned from my parents quirks of counting and keeping things was that there is often enough of what we need. My mother didn’t need to fear running out of toilet paper and my father didn’t need to spend the extra money on having two or three extra of something we may never use. Two extremes of the spectrum of need.
While I sit here and type these memories, I have to consider my own ideas of need and the fear of lack that so quickly can haunt our thoughts. The truth of this moment is…. I have all I need. I have fuel in the car, food in the refrigerator, a roof over my head, a place to sit, rest, sleep, and faith in the Creator to provide my future needs. My want of a new pair of running sneakers or a those concert tickets are desires, but are not required for my basic well being. Perhaps, in this very moment, God has fashioned me a new glass-half-full attitude. An optimism shattered by life events being restored. If one is seeking the positive and optimism of a situation it is then harder to be pessimistic and filled with fear.
This quote came across my path a couple of days ago: “Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.” Ikkyu, Zen Monk, 1394-1481
This reminds me that we are all on different paths of learning and growing within ourselves. We share the same star filled galaxy and spinning planet Earth. There is enough here for all. Trust. Take mindful action. Holding up my glass-half-full attitude and drinking in the truth that “things’ eventually work out for the best.
Thanks for sharing a little moonlight with me, wherever you are on this spinning sphere…
with gratitude, Dawn