My new friend and neighbor The Divine Miss B has been sharing Pema Chodron nuggets with me from her book “When Things Fall Apart”. Pema talks about “groundlessness”. you know the feeling, like the floor’s been ripped out from underneath you. weeee.
Going through massive transitions — changing careers, leaving my beloved LA sistahs, dear friends, and home, and now (*breathe*) having to return our crazy but much loved 6 year old dog to her breeder after she bit our 4 year old son on the head — I feel like I’m bobbing in an endless ocean, groundless, without even a raft to cling to. Certainly none of my usual healthier life preservers.
Ms. Chodron had a sign on her wall that said: “Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.” Good news for me, Pema points out, my pain-filled shifting. And, reluctantly, I have to admit, it is true. I have found:
*the love I have for my man — the Yang to my Ying, the Greg to my Dharma — is *indestructible*.
*living with furry beings counts as a certified floatation device.
*my Alone Time is just as vital as my time spent with my parents, my yemmas, my sistahs.
*and my need to be ‘of service’ in this world cannot be swayed, even as it buoys in the absence of terra firma.
So tell me. Have you had the fortune of being been groundless? Did you find your ‘indestructible’?