Someone asked me recently who inspires me. I didn’t pause long before I responded with ”Me. I do. I inspire me.” They chuckled, and they pressed me again. “ Come on. Seriously. If you could pick someone right now who inspires you, who would it be?” To which I responded, “I’m not kidding, it’s me. “
Early this morning driving to Starbucks the sun was positioned on the horizon just low enough and just bright enough to create a distracting glare. Which was exacerbated by the greasy residue on my neglected windshield. I worried I couldn’t see well enough to drive. But suddenly I heard a woman’s voice, in a thick Southern accent, saying, “I got your back!”
Whenever I come down with a bad cold, the thing that bothers me most is losing my sense of smell. I realize during those times how much I depend upon that human sense for my enjoyment of life. Not being able to smell the warm, tropical ocean air, the grass, the woods, the honeysuckle, or the earth on my walks, or taste my food, or my coffee. Taste, to a great degree, depends upon our sense of smell.
As far along as many of us are in this embodied enlightenment process, we notice there are still parts of us, aspects that do not feel worthy. It’s the mental part that keeps trying to make things happen by pushing, and applying force. The part that keeps trying to prove or earn worthiness.