Life is a Process

“We must be willing to let go of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell

It occurred to me this morning in meditation the holiday season offers relief in a stressful and anxious world. There’s something about the lights and the music and the gift-giving mentality that sprinkles some ease in my heart. This year especially is difficult with all that is happening, and I find joy in twinkling lights. Is it the memories of my childhood? Probably not. Is it anticipation? I can’t accept anticipation either as it always adds stress. I think it has something to do with the collective consciousness in the world. The holiday season is celebrated globally where people come together in love and gratitude, in celebration and specialness. Traditional celebrations from ages past stirs our souls and brings our ancestors closer.

Even in the worst of times with the pandemic and the climate crisis and the political climate and the suffering and fear, I see signs of generosity, signs of gratitude and moments of beauty. A moment can become a blessing in the eyes of someone reaching out. A smile is a gift, even if evident in our eyes.

In my opinion, humanity’s soul is struggling and stirring awake. Eyes are opening to what’s not working and ignoring is not an answer. Changes are taking place. Complacency is not the norm any longer. We’re in process as a whole just as I am in process as a part of the whole. Some days, I feel completely lost and bereft, weeping for life. Other days, my perspective is refocused and I can breathe more easily. It’s an up and down process in an up and down world.

Isn’t that what process means? A series of actions or steps to achieve a particular end? Every process has its own journey with a beginning, a middle and a winding down.

I am in process in many different ways in different layers in my life. Some ways feel like I’m trudging through mud trying to find clarity in a dismal opaque mess. It’s why I like doing simple tasks from beginning to end feeling the satisfaction of completion. The process keeps moving at its own speed.

I see my microcosm in the macrocosm of the world. I am in process within the system of life which is in process. The macrocosm is in the trudging-through stage and it’s hard. It’s a process. Step by step. Feel the pain. Feel the joy. Feel the fear. Feel the relief. Like the perpetual water wheel slowly moving around carrying our experiences, our joys and fears methodically driven by life. Emotions come and go, always changing. The water wheel turns.

When I find myself distraught with my differences, I’m usually comparing my insides to someone else’s outsides. It’s a losing game. I’ve forgotten I’m in process. Circumstances and situations change, some ever so painstakingly slow, and others change fast, too fast to keep up with. The point is it’s a process.

I take a breath and remind myself I’m okay just where I am now. Life is a process. One step in front of the other. It’s important to have support as we process. It’s important to practice self-care as we process. It’s important to practice the art of surrendering in process.

The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver

Someone I loved once gave me

a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

Participants’ Reflections:

  • Thank you. During the meditation, I thought about my mantra ‘trust the process.’ We all process challenges and opportunities that come our way. I believe we become better ancestors by doing what we can. I think that every generation has more opportunities to do that than the past generations. So we are leaving that for future generations. Trust the process.

  • I’ve been studying emotional urges lately. I was thinking about thought urges. During the meditation, I thought about how many of my thoughts have urges associated with them. If I am thinking this, I need to do that.

  • Thank you. That was absolutely beautiful. I love the last line “It’s important to practice the art of surrendering in process.” The other day (see