Messy…

You are not meant to have it all worked out. You are not meant to have it all together. You are not designed to be happy all the time. Life is messy. It comes like that.

There are years, and seasons and waves of being pained, lost and confused. There are times to wander in the rain and through the storm.

So don’t be fooled at first glance if you see all the faces out there smiling and you feel like the only one who hasn’t got your shit together. End of pursuit for something that is unrealistic.

We might live in a society right now hooked on feeling good. But did you forget your years of pain and sadness? Did you forget the generations that have walked before us, their literal blood, sweat and tears. You cannot skip the hard yards.

There is life giving beauty in the storms that ravish the lands.

Challenge, tragedy, loss and grief all transcend the everydayness of life. They wreck, break and demolish the mundane. They slow your life to a stop and play havoc on your senses. They crack your heart wide open in a way your mind is not capable of doing. You get shoved into the darkness despite your white knuckled attempt to hold on to what is. When sometimes the only thing left to do is let go. So, let go.

Your awakening is only found on the other side of the chaos once you have succumbed to what is. You cant leap frog the event to get to the other side prematurely. It will come in its own time. So before you ever wonder what you can do about it. Be with what is. Let go. Feel it. The mess of it all. Allow the black and white to swirl into unknown disarray.

And remember this – you are not alone.

If you are in pain right now, share it with someone you love. Let others see you, hear you and sit beside you. Resist all attempt to fix it or make it go away. Just let it be in the stillness.

You are a gift. So that when the next person is in pain you have shown them by example its okay, and they can do it too.

Today I drove around old lands where my people came from. First settlers in the South West of WA. I remember as a little girl my grandma would take us kids when she visited her brother in his wooden house by the river. I sensed in those homes of things being difficult and the people working hard… I played carefree down by the river with my brother. We ate cake and had tea.

I have seen lots of blood, sweat and tears in my family. Everyone worked hard and there was pain, and challenge. I grew up with a reasonable balance of seeing things for what they were. There was no talk of it. Everyone just got on with it.

So how about we choose to see life in a realistic way. Anytime you think life is hard, think of your grandparents and their parents. Toiling the land, lighting candles, putting extra blankets on the bed, eating stew and lighting the fire to keep warm. Your people would have worked hard for it.

And so here we are today. Life is pretty sweet and we generally don’t like pain.

Time to get real and rebalance in ourselves what we think life is about.

Life is messy.
It is meant to be that way.