The Cure for it All

Victory over Death, Colin McCahon

Monday September 23rd, 2024

I regularly get to sit down with Bob and explore the human condition.

We make each other lunch.

And bring a reading that resonated with one of us. It's an invitation to look for the profound.

This week, Bob brought Julia Fehrenbacher's reminder of our limitations in her beautiful poem The Cure for it All. An invitation to stop believing in ourselves as Gods. And refrain from judging ourselves or anyone. And let go of needing anything to be different. Here are Julia's words ...

Go gently today, don't hurry

or think about the next thing.

Walk with the quiet trees.

Can you believe how brave they are - how kind?

Model your life after theirs.

Blow kisses at yourself in the mirror

especially when you think you've messed up.

Forgive yourself for not meeting your unreasonable expectations.

You are human, not God

don't be so arrogant.

Praise fresh air, clean water, good dogs

open a window, even if it's cold outside.

Sit. Close your eyes. Breathe.

Allow the river of it all to pulse through your eyelashes

fingertips, bare toes.

Breathe in, breathe out

breathe until you feel your bigness

until the sun rises in your veins.

Breathe until you stop needing anything to be different.

Thanks Julia. Thanks Bob.