Not in Control

I don’t control the seasons,
but I’m not helpless.
I walk on the ground with care.

I felt lost in sadness and almost a despair these last few days. And then this morning, when I was meditating, this poem came. Not being in control doesn’t mean I’m helpless.

A friend told me how great these times were because it was a chance to practice what we believe. In the midst of all the chaos and negativity, I can choose what I focus on, what I want to embody, how I want to be in the world.

If in this moment I can be fully present…. right action will follow.

Comments

  1. I agree, Barb. I’m depressed most of the time now, but I’m still pushing myself to make choices, reach out to others, pray, stay focused, and look for little moments of joy. I’m just not a poet like you are!

  2. Good reminder, Barb. Also, remember you can reach out to friends! : )

  3. Kathleen Matthews says

    Yes, it surely is time to practice. Love your poem. Love you. And so it is….

  4. Lee Ann Austin says

    The depressive position was long ago recognized by Karen Smalley as the place where truth is found as the individual searches for the paradox, the place where two opposites are simultaneously true at once. Yes, helpless does not mean powerless. It does mean acceptance of the human condition, though. Curly Joe said, ” I’m a victim of circumstance!”, in one of my favorite Three Stooges shows. Christ crucified represents to me the paradox, the physical and spiritual in conjunction, creating the resurrection, the rising, the life after death after life. The cosmic consciousness is growing in power. How many more awakened souls will it take for the critical mass to be reached? Soul searching is a valuable and productive experience, one that brings us up and shifts our awareness to a level which makes a space for others to do the same. Consciousness is catching. Be depressed, if that is what is takes to move up and on. Love is a yeast for the soul. Rise.

  5. Lee Ann Austin says

    Actually, her name is Karen Horney.

  6. Thanks for the reminder that I’m not alone in this, whatever “this” may be at the time. I thought I lost my phone last Sunday and had an overdue meltdown. I feel lighter, refreshed and ever so grateful! Onward on this journey.