Do you ever wake up in some sort of a vague funk and wonder why? Me too. Sometimes I go through half the day before I realize that the sun isn’t shining in River City, and that things aren’t quite the way I’d rather have them be. If I’m lucky, the light dawns before the day ends and I have a chance to adjust the settings before my head hits the pillow for another night of sleep.
Today is one such day. The good news is that I have come to this realization early in the day, with time enough to make in-flight corrections before I hit the feathers again tonight. The other news is that sometimes that’s easier said than done. Though I may recognize that the sun is hiding behind the clouds, I’m not always able to get past the shadow back into the light.
So I meditate. I take a walk. I have a little come-to-Jesus chat with myself until it finally hits me. Ah—my happy factor is off. Why is that, I wonder?
As a kid, I remember doing silly little experiments, like closing one eye and then the other to see how my perception of things would change. Close the left eye and suddenly, half of my world disappears. Close the right, and the view shifts to an entirely new scene. If ten people witness an accident, they all see it from a different perspective.
It occurs to me that this morning, I awakened in the shadow of a deep sadness related to the way things appear to be in the world, and an ominous feeling that what I am seeing is just the way things are and that there is no hope for change. I am seeing what is wrong rather than what is right. The view from that perspective is enough to drag even the sunniest of souls down into the doldrums. That’s not a nice place to live. It’s not even a nice place to visit.
Nope. Now that I’ve realized it, I’m not buying into it. But then the question becomes, “Yeah, but how do I get myself out of it? I invite myself to check the level of my happy factor. On a scale of one to ten, I’m about a four. Oops. That’s not a great number. So how do I pump myself up? Well, I can meditate, take a walk, or have another come-to-Jesus chat with myself, but if that doesn’t work, then what?
Oh, right! I can ask for help. So often I forget that I have the capability to check into a part of myself that is so much wiser than the me that I think that I am. Why do I keep forgetting that? Just the simple thought that I have such a powerful resource within me comforts me and automatically raises my happy factor level up a few of notches. And so I ask, then I sit back and wait, grateful in the knowledge that because I have asked, I will be answered. Help is on the way. I close my eyes on a shadowed world and when I open them the sun is shining again.
I have always found that asking for help is the magic elixir that soothes the soul and solves all problems. Now if I can just remember to remember . . .
May sunshine spread light in your heart today and every day.
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us)