I love when I am wrong about people. I love when I have made a snap judgement, often unconsciously, about a person only to find out I was wrong. And this happens to me quite a bit. I think someone will not understand the thing at hand- the yoga practice, or the religion, or this or that quirk, only to discover this person who might seem so other is just a different looking form of me.
I know time and again this is part of our spiritual practice. To dislocate the narcissist in us all, and to connect us to the bigger picture of humanity. I like it, the necessary struggle it is toward self knowledge and toward outward expression of love. It is a balancing act to differentiate oneself while recognizing that there is a oneness to the whole picture. To remain clear about your own special qualities as you drop an otherwise judgmental boundary between yourself and those around you is a challenge I definitely see as part of our maturation.
Just something to think about as you move into the weekend. Maybe take a pause from your regular time frame and see this notion around you- who do you assume gets you and who might if you actually let them understand? Who do you think you know, but have not really taken steps toward knowing? How else can I connect and to whom?
In peace, Michelle
OUR NEW (WE HOPE MORE PERMANENT) PRACTICE SCHEDULE! as of October 12
MONDAYS 8:30-9:45 (NOTE NEW TIME FRAME, PRACTICE FIRST THEN MEDITATE)
WEDNESDAYS 6:00 PM-7:00 PM
Classes will meet in the chapel at Temple Emanuel, 300 North Clark Dr. BH, 90212
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