The day has come, again. The day, little d. A day. I woke up.
I check my internal weather to see what storm is rolling in. Or what demons have awoken and are thrashing about.
Sometimes it’s all fogged in with molecules of gloom.
If it’s a monster, I look to treat him kindly and compassionately. I really am sorry he is scary and upset. If it’s a storm, I try to find peaceful refuge — from there I can appreciate the beauty of it.
Greeting it is key. Being able to simply say hello. Acknowledging it is a powerful first step. It’s a good way to start the day, and it’s a good way to greet any 2pm mid-afternoon moment.
Hello there, I say, and then I ask myself how to respond. The storm is looking for balance in peace, breath, and tranquility — a grounded, easy presence. The monster is looking for balance in kindness, compassion, and acceptance — an honest and wise presence.
You can’t run away. The monster can run as fast as you can. The storm clouds can move quickly overhead, too.
But when the monster is approaching, your phone buzzes in your pocket. There’s a new message. It says “kindness.” It says, “the calling and the courage is to face this as best you can with kindness and compassion.”
When the storm clouds rumble in overhead, as the lightening sears the trees around you, there’s an alert on your phone — the notification says “breathe.” It’s says “count to three and breathe deeply, then count again to 3 and breathe slowly and deeply, and once more.”
The internal storms rage whenever they do.
During the day the nightmares well up inside you.
Hello, you say. I have the courage of a thousand trees in the wind. I have the patience of a thousand snails inching their way across a beach. I am simple like a stone. I am kind and giving like the roots of an old tree.
Hello Monster, hello acceptance and love.
Hello Storm, hello breath and peace.