I’ve been considering the gift of ‘despite’.
To keep on loving, despite.
To keep on hoping, despite.
To keep on being happy, despite.
Every day there are things that happen, things which could easily tempt us away from happiness.
A friend being less than a friend.
A co-worker being a bit more of an asshole than what is acceptable.
Some loss presenting itself, as it always does again.
As I’m walking, turning this little pebble around and around in my heart & mind, the image of a tree comes into my mind.
A lush tree, filled with deep green leaves.
And I realize, the leaves are not the tree.
And yet they are.
And yet apart.
Feeding on the rays of the sun to bring energy to the branches and roots, while providing shade and shelter.
Being fed from roots spreading deep into the soil, drawing nourishment and the life water gives.
Without the leaves, the tree remain.
Without the tree, the leaves won’t be.
The leaves alive, when a part of the tree.
Drying up, when apart from the tree.
Falling to the ground.
Rotting at the roots.
To become food again in an endless cycle of being.
Never truly dying, but living even in death, giving life as life dissipates.
‘Despite’ is an old word.
It comes from Latin.
‘To see from higher up’.
Which is a gift, without any doubt.
To be enabled to see, whether in foresight or hindsight, from a perspective which is not consumed by the entanglement of this moment’s detail.
To see we are the leaves, alive as we are a part of our Origin.
And yet apart.
To see, as we face the sun, we are not only fed, but feed and even in our perishing we remain alive in the indescribable cycle of loss & gain & loss again, which is the rhythm of being.
And as we fail, we are not failure.
And as we lose, we are not lost.
And as we recieve, we are gift as well.
And as dissapointment and treason is visited upon us, we are not dissapointed or betrayed.
For our Origin is our Source.
And the Sourceror.
The Gift and the Giver.
And ‘despite’ circumstances being different from what we had hoped, or relationships being less than we had desired, or outcomes being different from what we had dreamed we know we are a part of the Origin-al Tree.
Even if we are unaware.
Our awareness changing nothing.
Except that we may wonder at the immensity of it all and embrace, with greater ease, the rhythm which is despite our acceptance or rejection of it all.
And perhaps enjoy, in deep happiness, framed by love & peace, the gift of being a part of it all.
‘Despite’ the gift which enlightens us, lightening the load we so often burden ourselves with, as we strive and stress to achieve and accumelate.
Freeing us to abandon the load, which is suddenly soft and light, without demand.
Our Origin a part of us, as much as we are a part of (s)He, while we are apart.
‘Despite’ invaluable to happiness.
And so I breathe, that you and I, may ‘see from higher’, for even if we do not see, the Tree will be, as the leaves are too.
And the rhythm will continue without fail.
And it will be beautiful.
As it is.
And will be.