Tuesday, 19 June 2018 07:33

Taking the Good with the Bad

Written by

I just learned that “trials and tribulations” refers to only our struggles. What about all the things we are grateful for and our struggles – in the same sentence?  Life is not just about the “bad” and not just about the “good”; it is both. We have times of celebration and times of sorrow, sometimes within minutes of each other.  Our lives here are both and even more.  Maybe the phrase should be “trials and tributes”; the definition of tribute is: an act, statement or gift that is intended to show gratitude, respect and admiration.

I recently met a gentleman, the Frenchman, who quizzed me whenever I said “good” or “bad” in reference to the experiences we live and even historical events. He was a little annoying at first, but he was making a point, that being, why do we have to categorize our experience?  It just is… moment to moment.  This is our life and within this life we learn, we share, we celebrate and we cry, etc.  Maybe there is no good or bad, but only the journey of growth and spiritual evolution.

What does it take to get us to this place of understanding? There are numerous paths and this too is extraordinary!  There is no one path!  For some, they find it through their faith and what a strong faith they have.  Personally, I honor that faith as it provides them with peace and sanctity.  For others they find it through knowledge of a more spiritual nature and for others still, they blend religion and spirituality, after all, religion and spirituality are intertwined.  If they aren’t, they should be.  And sometimes it is our children on the other side that open our eyes wide - Thanks Quinton!

I remember looking for meaning and a connection to God as a young man. My travels along this path didn’t result with me finding what I was looking for.  I tried various churches, and ended up being baptized in a mega church in Phoenix when I was twenty-nine or thirty.  We attended services on a regular basis and I even played basketball with other young men on the church grounds with a youth minister.  On my last day there a convoy of six SUV Mercedes pulled into the lot together.  I immediately knew they belonged to the church elders and my blood turned hot in my veins.  The youth minister looked at me asked what was wrong; I pointed and said something like, “is this what they want my money for?”  His response was, “What is that got to do with you?”  I was done, just like that.

After Quinton transitioned, magically one night at probably 3:00 a.m., it came to me. Suddenly I understood what he meant.  He was trying to say, “What has this to do with your relationship to God?”  In that morning of yet another epiphany I realized the answer is, not a damn thing.  Each of us had a direct connect to God and God is bigger than any human drama – period.

The path we take to peace and sanctity really doesn’t matter. Whether we acknowledge, accept or even believe in a creator doesn’t matter either – the creator is there and in our lifetimes, we inextricably are drawn closer.  And it really doesn’t matter what name we use to refer to creator, because the human condition puts us at odds with one another because we can’t even agree on a name.  Still, the journey is there for each of us.  And still, there is sorrow and celebration; pain and joy along the way.  And it isn’t pointless.

As I fade away, proverbially riding my mustang into the setting sun, my peace increases and in this peace I am learning to be still. In the moments of joy, appreciation, beauty - I am consumed with gratitude.  In the moments of disappointment, feeling let down, annoyance I am learning to let it pass like a wave.  This too shall pass. Where does it lead – I no longer know, but at times my peace expands.  In other times, I feel as if a child throwing a temper tantrum – if only in my mind.  Damn, still not there. 

We are all related and we are all family. The sooner we can embrace this, the better it will be for all of us.

Namaste,

Read 285 times

Leave a comment

Make sure you enter all the required information, indicated by an asterisk (*). HTML code is not allowed.