musings of an aquarian age counterculturist

Pain and Presence

It occurs to me how easy it is to fall out of touch with what it means to live in the present moment.  So many of us get caught up reviewing events of the past, or planning for the future, that we tune out of what is happening in the world around us now.  Wherever we are at this time.

It also occurs to me how difficult it is to pull ourselves back into the present moment when we are focusing on the past or anticipating the future.  With thoughts constantly weaving aimlessly between worlds beyond the here and now, the present becomes nothing more than a holding pattern.  A place to bide time while we are remembering what has gone before and dreaming about what is yet to come. We stop noticing what is happening directly before our eyes.  We stop receiving subtle messages. Intuition goes to sleep. Quieter joys and softer sorrows become irrelevant when they come knocking at the door. We are simply not at home to answer and so we miss the sweetness of opportunity to breathe in their lessons. In essence, our body mechanics are working, but we are not experiencing the grace of feeling truly alive with every part of our being.

What then does it take to bring us back into the present — that place we are meant to live, but struggle to stay?

In a word:  pain.  Nothing delivers us back to the present like pain, whether that pain be emotional or physical.

Illness.  Receiving grief-inducing news.  Loss.  Shock.  Betrayal.  A broken heart.

The emotions bubble to the surface and force us to face everything we are feeling in a horrible, wretched burst of overwhelming pain.  We can no longer ignore what is right before us.

And then, something beautiful happens, if we allow it.  After acknowledging pain, we begin to be present in the moment because the future is too far away and the past is too close behind.

Friends that we always had, forgot we had, or are meeting for the first time start showing up in our lives to stand right there beside us.

We ask for guidance and it arrives.

Love surrounds us.  We breathe it in.  We heal.

Love surrounds me.  I breathe it in.  I heal.

Pain brings presence.


Author: eleventhbeatnik

aquarian age counterculturist

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