It has been several days and I am still laughing every time I think of it – it’s right up there with a favorite joke of mine: A three-legged dog walks into a bar and says, “I’m lookin’ for the man who shot my paw.”
Gets me every time.
Enough high-brow humor – back to the first picture.
It hits home with me because I see – and am working on this myself – a human habit of turning to God/Goddess/gods/the Divine/the Universe/etc. for relief, guidance, or direction when times are hairy. But asking Jesus to take the wheel is only a part of the work we have to do, because the results of releasing our perception of control over situations and events in life don’t always work out according to our personal plans.
People we love stay sick and die. Businesses fail. Relationships fail. Finances get ruined. Our bodies get ruined. Valuable things are lost.
Sometimes when our prayers are answered, the results aren’t delivered in pretty gift boxes.
I believe in turning to divine help to empower us, not to give away our power, and that letting go takes just as much strength as holding on, and is often the overlooked but better choice.
I believe in finding strength through balance – in both the fight and surrender; learning when to take and when to give, when to act and when to wait.
I believe in listening to the resonance of truth inside ourselves even when everything on the outside looks like shit, with as much integrity and authenticity as it’s possible to muster in any given moment and not worrying who else doesn’t understand what we’re doing.
If we’re going to be brave enough to ask for divine help, then we have to be brave enough to accept the form in which it’s delivered.
Maybe after the car veers off the road and into the snow bank, the ambulance takes us to the ER. Maybe that’s where we meet the love of our lives, or while attending to our injuries the doctor finds the cancer that was hiding just in time to save us, or we’re told by the police that by all standards of the crash we should be dead and we must have guardian angels with us.
Maybe the diamond we’re seeking is wrapped up inside a ticking bomb and is only reachable post-explosion, or the new life we’re gestating is only able to be held after an arduous labor and delivery.
I believe walking without fear often comes after the parts of us that hold fear have been ripped out, shredded. I don’t believe divine intervention is always gentle. I believe the same energy we’re calling on to help us is a higher vibration of ourselves, that we’re all a part of it.
And I believe our ability to appreciate the humor in life is one of our greatest gifts and saving graces.
The best comedians are usually intelligent people who’ve turned to humor to face the incongruencies in life that plague them (George Carlin, Jon Stewart, Sarah Silverman, Jerry Seinfeld, Chris Rock, Dave Chappelle, Robin Williams, Jim Gaffigan, Ellen DeGegeneres…and on and on). They are people who seem to have the talent of taking something in and letting it hit them in the gut to see if it resonates – not over-thinking or over-feeling it – just seeing how it sits intuitively. And then when it doesn’t make sense they turn it into humor so we can let it hit our guts too…through laughter.
Laughter shakes us up, literally. It reminds us to let go of fear. It releases ego’s hold on us.
It speaks the truth.
Never stop believing. After the crash, the explosion, the end – how tomorrow might go starts right now.
Be present to act, be present to receive, and willing to laugh!
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