Namaste

Lately it seems to me that people are tossing that word around casually as if it were the equivalent of hello and good-bye. It feels like a fad of sorts, like the latest slang. It makes me wonder do they know what they are saying?  Do they understand how profound that one word truly is?  Do they get it?    This word is so powerful that I actually got up after writing those sentences and took a walk.  Talk about procrastination!  But the idea of putting words around that word, Namaste, intimidates me.  The goddess in me bows to the goddess in you.

It’s not the bowing.  That’s easy.  I can bow all day!  Or give a little curtsy (does anyone still do that anymore?), nod my head, give a smile, or shake a hand.   It’s merely a social nicety.  It’s not “the goddess in you” for I do believe Spirit is in everything and everyone.   The blue sky, the cottonwood saplings, the graceful horses, the heat of the sun, the music of the creek remind me every day that Spirit is all around.  When it comes to people I admit it’s a little hard with those who try my patience and make me angry, but I am pretty good at accepting even those folks as they are. 

The difficult thing, the words that catch in my throat, stick in my mouth and trip my tongue are “the goddess in me.   Knowing Spirit is in me, is part of me brings me to my knees like an emotional earthquake that cracks my foundation and tumbles my walls.  I look at the pile of rubble that is this life and all I can say is c’mon.  My mind reels with the enormity of it picturing an all powerful being with the ability to leap tall buildings, call in the rain and ooze compassion from every pore.   That isn’t me, not even close.  So saying those words is arrogant and humbling all at the same time.   Who do I think I am?  I’ll tell you:

·         A fifty seven year old gray haired divorcee who still feels shy meeting new people

·         A mom who did her best but knows she could have done better

·         A woman who struggles every day to honor her body as a temple no matter how many snacks are in the cabinet

·         An eternal student still learning new things and trying her best not to fall flat on her face

·         A procrastinator (see above)

·         A daughter of Spirit who should meditate every day but sometimes life gets in the way

With all my failings, should I knock on that door?  Am I worthy of admittance?  How humbling when the door opens and the invitation is spoken, please enter.  And it comes to me that the meaning of Namaste is not about acknowledging that a deity resides within any of us but rather that the thread of Universal Spirit stitches us together into a patchwork quilt that is vibrantly colorful and rippling with life.  I may be only a tiny thread but pull on me and the entire pattern wrinkles.  A tiny thread but if it is cut, the patchwork falls apart.  Some days I am frayed and in danger of unraveling but the goddess in me steps in to moisten the end, re-thread the needle and make the repair.

These thoughts were running through my mind this morning as I was cleaning the corral.  I found myself humbled by the knowing that:

It takes a goddess to shovel shit.

 It takes a goddess to put that shit in the compost pile. 

It takes a goddess to till that compost into the garden. 

It takes a goddess to plant and water the seeds, to pull the weeds and to harvest the tomatoes. 

It takes a goddess to enjoy the taste of a ripe, juicy tomato still warm from the sun. 

It takes a goddess to nourish my body so I can get up the next day to shovel more shit. 

The energetic tie that binds, it takes a goddess to understand the connection. 

 

Namaste.

6 Comments

  1. Comment by Marilyn

    Posted on July 8, 2010 at 8:38 pm

    One of the most amazing pieces you’ve written. Brought me to my knees.
    Namaste!

  2. Comment by Marilyn

    Posted on July 8, 2010 at 8:38 pm

    One of the most amazing pieces you’ve written. Brought me to my knees.
    Namaste!

  3. Comment by Jim

    Posted on July 9, 2010 at 12:10 pm

    It takes a goddess to go from pondering the too-casual use of a profound greeting to celebrating the opportunity to shovel shit in so few words. You would make a great and wise Benedictine monk if the universe didn’t need you elsewhere.

  4. Comment by Jim

    Posted on July 9, 2010 at 12:10 pm

    It takes a goddess to go from pondering the too-casual use of a profound greeting to celebrating the opportunity to shovel shit in so few words. You would make a great and wise Benedictine monk if the universe didn’t need you elsewhere.

  5. Comment by Tom

    Posted on October 9, 2011 at 9:41 am

    How do you do this thing that you do? Putting into words thoughts the rest of us have without even knowing. You are a wonderful writers that inspires the rest of us to ‘be all that we can be’ to steal a phrase.
    Namaste

  6. Comment by Tom

    Posted on October 9, 2011 at 9:41 am

    How do you do this thing that you do? Putting into words thoughts the rest of us have without even knowing. You are a wonderful writers that inspires the rest of us to ‘be all that we can be’ to steal a phrase.
    Namaste

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