Dear Friends,
Spring is here, and with it, the season of rejuvenation. What is this power that rises, unconditionally through all forms of life, revitalizing the physical dimension, bringing an irrational smile to the face and a playfulness to the mood? What is this sunny side of life?
When we can allow it, this unconditional joy will awaken our bodies, hearts and minds, nurturing our cells and inspiring our thoughts. Yet often, the arrival of joy can meet resistance. We feel this joy isn’t for us, because we suffer, or because there is suffering. We deny joy, because all forms get lost. We resist the joy of life, out of the wisdom of inevitable death.
This can mean that just as the earth is awakening with new life, we experience a tiredness, an ancient shudder of stress, or a kind of disappointment that echoes that every longing will be unfulfilled. Our beliefs state that because this friction is here, the joy cannot be felt.
But this is the illusion.
Joy is here, as a nurturing elixir of life, with every moment of consciousness. It’s here, even behind the agony of loss. It’s here, even in the confusion of mind or in the wilderness of the soul. Even when we feel we’ve lost all purpose, this joy is here, behind the scenes of the personality, waiting to celebrate the miracle of sight in the here and now. Even the experience of pain can be a joyful curiosity, even the monotony of our own conditioning, when seen, can release an absurd moment of joy.
After the all the horrors of World War II, when the entire world was broken in the ethical humiliation of it’s own repeating failure to avoid the murderous monstrosities of power abuse and war, a few broken soldiers sat together and began to laugh at the absurdity of it all. The Goon Show was born, which captivated and released the stress of trauma from a whole nation. Out of he goon show, came Monty Python – celebrating the joy in the abusidity – the exhilarating existential ,light on all the forms we could believe ourselves to be.
Grief, preservation, sorrow and loss come and go. The joy remains. All we need is the courage to allow it, despite our pain, amid our personal devastation, as a powerful assuage to the suffering of impermanence.
Who will have the courage to allow this living joy, even in the river of evolution in which all that is seen is already lost, and all that is felt is already in motion? Who can take the leap into the inner unknown so as TO BE joy, amid all the squalls, tides and currents of creation? Even for a moment, even for a second, even for eternity, to let ourselves be this joy, and to let it moves us to where we need to go. Do it for the unique, esteemed personality you carry, do it for this precious body, do it for us all. Breath in the joy. Breath out a blessing on all the forms where joy is needed. Repeat and let the heart heal itself.
With love,
Georgi
