Loving the monster in the room
I was guided through a meditation recently by a mentor who asked me to identify the fear I had about a certain experience. It showed up easily enough. A large monster, a big and puffy silent creature looming in the corner of my mind. Sort of a super sized Pillsbury dough boy —crippling me or perhaps crippled in need of my love.
loving all parts of ourselves — listening to our interpretations of external situations and applying love to our internal experiences.
The experience I’m speaking of was a phone conversation I’d had a week earlier. I’d felt I’d dropped the ball on.
Could I love the monster in the room? Can I love the part of myself that in my past had the purpose of warning me about something? After all, fear is just a warning, warranted or not.
I’ve been making contact with the monster over the past week, talking to it even though it appeared to want to remain silent. I’ll just keep loving him anyway.
Preparation, education and communication is important to our growth. But so is loving all parts of ourselves — listening to our interpretations of external situations and applying love to our internal experiences. In my opinion, loving our fear monsters cultivates true change.
I may have felt like I dropped the ball, but I know without question that I walked toward that which called me. Ready or not, I’ll continue to answer that call knowing some days I’ll be a rock star and others I’ll feel foolish, unprepared — or drop the ball.
I’ve made the decision to show up anyway — prepared or not, because God has asked me to.
And I’ll just keep showing up, trusting our shared time is well used.
About The Author
“Richard is an online writer for the platform The Power of the Heart and Thrive Global. Buy his latest book here http://amzn.to/2romrkD. He is the creator of yesrising.com, No Fear Friday (TM), and songwriter at Rick Eva Music. A social change artist, partner of John, lover of sandy beaches, and addicted to 90% dark chocolate, with a bucket list that includes going to the Azores to feel his grandparents land.