What keeps you going when the going gets tough?

"If we look at the world with a love of life, the world will reveal its beauty to us" — Daisaku Ikeda

How do you love this world?

I love it like this…

Watching the suburban streets flame pink as the crepe myrtles explode in a fit of dazzling colour.

And I love it like this…
Watching the sun slip beyond the jagged city leaving a layer of orange light fading out in unison with the stars brightening.

And like this…
Watching the white wispy seeds of the dried dandelion flower dance in front of the window.

And simply like this…
Caught in streaming light, dust particles spark and dance like fairies.

I am always watching, always noticing.

I spent too many years of my life with my seeing eyes cast down, blind to what was around me, and my mind occupied with planning or jumping from thought to thought and lost to this moment. This moment that contains the very aliveness we seek that we continue to seek as if it isn’t here now.

It is here now. It just might not feel the way you want it to. It might be happy or sad or angry or fearful. It might be boring or too ordinary. It might be too complicated or simple. It might be piles of dishes, papers to file, bills to pay. It might be filled with pain. Feel it. This is aliveness here in you now.

I have wept tears lying on my bedroom floor. I have rocked my pain-filled hip as if it were my own child that was filled with pain and crying. I have woken day after day and lamented that it’s not the day that I go back to normal life again. But the truth is I never will. This pain has burned me to ashes.

Throughout this pain-filled journey, there are two things that have kept me going.

The first is my unrelenting faith that everything always turns out okay although often not the way I think it will. I have almost four decades of evidence to testify to this.

The second is that I am always looking for something simple and beautiful in everyday life.

Today it was the two love owls snuggled side by side on the branch of the dead and barren tree behind the backyard fence.

Tomorrow, who knows what it will be. But I know that I’ll be watching.

What keeps you going when the going gets tough?

With love and courage

Kym xx