Recently, a precious friend of mine was talking about an interaction with a third friend. She said, “I don’t care what the truth turns out to be, I just hunger to know the truth.” I was deeply struck by the beauty of that statement: my friend has a fidelity to truth. What the truth is– even if it hurts–doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s true, real, present in our direct experience.
This moment, no matter what it holds, is true. If we are willing to open to that truth, life becomes simpler and easier–we love what is. Otherwise, we rail against what is here because we are attached to what we would prefer it to be. For example, today, the sun never came out; the clouds persisted. If I had longed for sunshine and the warmer temperature it brings, instead of opening to the beauty of overcast skies and a cool day, suffering would have been present–perhaps very subtle, but still, suffering.
As children, most of us loved finding a milkweed seed full, ready to pick and be blown to the wind. But can we see the beauty in this milk weed seed, this very seed occurring now, that is past its so-called prime?
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012