If you can get some stuff done in the chaos sometimes, god bless you. If you can basically hold it together, propping yourself up with duct tape and glue, rock on. If you can manage stay upright even one hour a day, you’re doing pretty great, as far as I’m concerned. And if you can be kind to the other stumbling fools around you half the time - well, that’s just heroic.
That’s just how life is on this planet — messy, fast, out of control, unpredictable. It’s all terribly interesting, but also terribly unstable. I dropped the myth of BALANCE a long time ago. (I buried it right next to PERFECT.) My life seems happiest — as I tried to explain to this young woman the other night — when I just surrender to the madness, and embrace the glorious mess that I am…and also when I embrace the glorious mess that everyone else is, and the glorious mess of the world itself. My life gets the most painful when I try to set the entire mess (myself other people, life itself) into order.
Healing something about ourselves - for the first time or yet again - is a part of every person’s never-ending story. Some wounds of the psyche and the soul have the power to transform into what Teresa of Avila called “reptiles” - nocturnal invaders that come alive under the protection of darkness…dark thoughts, dark emotions, dark memories, dark experiences. Wicked creatures, these reptiles - and oh so clever. It does not take much effort to wake a sleeping dragon or to put down your guard and let a new reptile slip into your castle. It can happen - just like that. The healer must figure out how to be a dragon-slayer, how to assist someone in either finally destroying her or his inner reptile or locking it down once again the dungeon of the inner shadow. The latter choice is not healing but often the path most taken. The sooner we stop the dragon from enflaming the mind, the better. Dragon fires on the brain eventually contaminate one’s entire being. I can tell when a person is being consumed by a dragon fire. It’s unmistakable. Dragon slaying requires the help of the person who has the dragon. We all have dragons and perhaps that is why we love myths about these wild, flying, fire-breathing creatures that hide in the underworld. They do reside in our underworld - indeed they do. And when we make allies of our dragons, they can make us feel invincible. Ironically, when we spot another’s dragons, we see clearly the destruction dragons create and the high emotional and physical price a person pays for housing them.