“Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field . I will meet you there.”
I don’t remember when first I read this profound, yet enormously simple message.
I see that field. Open, clear, ready. Waiting for me, for all of us to join hands and sing together. I see dancing, drumming, sharing great food, children playing, grown ups discussing…..
What is right?
What is wrong?
We each think we know, but we don’t. We don’t any of us know what is right for someone else. We do know what is wrong for ourselves.
I know for me it is wrong to take a life and it is wrong to not give aid when help is needed if I have something useful I can offer. I know for me it is wrong for some people to have much more than they need for survival and others to not have enough for survival.
I know for me guns don’t help, fists don’t help, bullying doesn’t help. I know for me we are living in a divided world and people are being hurt.
I don’t know how to stop that. But I do know that in my world there is a place to come together to try to find a way for all to flourish. That place is the field Rumi is talking about: a place between right and wrong. An open place, where we all are willing to listen. A space where it is safe to say, “I was wrong. We must do this is a new way.”
I’m quiet and introspective today. I ponder. I listen to only a snitch of the news. Where is the United States headed? Change is hard. And change is needed. But is the only way Trump’s way? Is Trump a psychotic puppet whose puppeteers are pulling the strings and are even more frightening than he is?
Would anyone come if an invitation to meet in the field beyond were to be extended?
Questions. No answers. But I am hopeful.
- I am grateful for my life
- I am grateful for my words
- I am grateful for the wisdom I have gathered throughout my decades of life
- I am grateful for the sanity my work brings to me.
Blessings and love always, Nancy