This Is The Moment Of Enlightenment

This is the moment of enlightenment.

In this blood-searing shame of feeling flawed. In this gut wrenching guilt of yesterday’s mistakes, or the mis-spoken word two or more decades ago. In this tangled terror of being abandoned by friend, family, or absurdly so, perceived enemy. By this visceral or cerebral flag of warning, this is the moment of enlightenment.

When we get to choose to surrender into the suffering of truth, or sink deeply and sleepily into our denial or distractions, busyness or purchase. When we get to choose the raging heat of familiar failure as invitation to stay where our feet are planted and our emotions are raw, or run away in flight and affirmation of who we have always been.

Or who they have said we will always be.

This is the moment of enlightenment.

When spontaneous physical and mental reactions exceed a logic and level of response by one-hundred-thousand-fold. When facts are trampled by feelings and sensations, near uncontrollably pushing and pulling us to full retreat or full demand. When hearts are torn away from chest walls of protection, and any remnant of accuracy of “what just happened” is swallowed whole like minnows caught in a seaweed of facts.

This is the moment of enlightenment. Here. Just this side of madness is new hope for old patterns of pain.

For what better way to reexamine what first went wrong than when it all lays bare on the surface of drowning shame? What better time to connect the dots of our histories to now than when it feels like, when I swear it IS about, today?

What better or more noble purpose for raging rushes or shoulder-shaking sobs than as possible signals that something in me is in need of notice, care, love and healing? “The body doesn’t lie”, I’ve been taught, and I have come to know to at least pay attention. Because, this just might be the moment of enlightenment.

And if it is, the call to turn in-to rather than away-from the headwinds of struggle becomes more of an invitation to love than protect.

An exhale.

A departure from the old well-worn mental grooves of my independent reasoning.

A willingness to listen for a new story from my soul, my God, or from a friend who reminds me that, “You are ok. You are very ok. And you always were.”

Then this, all of this, life as it is can be my moment of enlightenment. May we meet in braving and embracing our moments, together.

The Singular Now

Only in God’s Truth,
as revealed in
sacred time and measure,
and by God’s perfect Love,
may we find peace.

And in peace –
joy.

In joy –
energy and enthusiasm enough
to share with others.

In life with others –
remarkable reflections of Christ.

And with Christ –
compassion enough to embrace
living in the collective Love
of one Body.

Here –
in the truth of
the singular Now.