“Take hold of what is being offered and work with it.” I come across this gem as I am re-reading my notes from an Ayurvedic training I did last Fall. Seeing this on the page before me, stops me. Suddenly, I have no interest in plowing through with self-study; recognizing how far superior these words are to any specific information I might glean about the particulars of Ayurveda.
Take hold of what is being offered and work with it.
Can you imagine? Can you imagine turning what comes your way into something you work with? One that instead of deciding that you do not want, you nod “yes” to, recognizing the offering before you? The counsel here being not to push away, ignore or deny what you do not want or wish was not happening. But instead “take hold of.” Like shaping yourself willingly and comfortably into a big bear hug around what Life presents.
And what of that phrase “being offered?” When I hear that, it feels holy, vital, rich and essential. It feels like a gesture that I want to receive. One that I want to pull in close. And then, “work with it,” in an open, appreciative and meaningful way. Seeing it as an abundant opportunity to transmute, grow and heal. This as opposed to resisting, refusing and returning (or at least trying to) all the things that come my way each and every day that I want no part of.
I don’t want the logging trucks ripping up the dirt road.
I don’t want another gloomy, overcast, rainy day.
I don’t want to be teaching in front of tired and checked-out students.
I don’t want any part of the college’s new system for tracking students.
I don’t want to keep being run by old survival patterns of the past.
I don’t want, I don’t want, I don’t want…
I want it to be different.
Return it all something inside of me demands. Give me something else. Something better. I don’t want to hold what is being offered, I want it to go away.
My God, the effort. The effort of pitting one’s will against The Great & Undeniable Reality.