Some time ago I had the opportunity to work with a client in association with my Brennan Healing Science Schooling. At this particular session my client was rather frantic. My client’s life seemed to be in a state of overwhelming upheaval and I was sort of being looked at for “magical” healing to bring about resolution. At first this was daunting for me. I initially felt this urge to “pull it together” and act like the “all knowing and all is well healer” But, I knew “pulling it together” would only bring superficial help. Instead I resorted to grounding and being in the present. Without pretending to rise above the overwhelmingness of the situation, I sort of dropped below it all. Even more important I set my intention on holding the space of ordinariness, even at the risk of being just an ordinary “non healer” human being.
And you know what? Suddenly, it was like me, the client and the room got really quiet as we clicked into the zone of the present. We didn’t have to rise above the chaos, because at the moment we were just concentrating on the ordinariness and nothing specialness of the moment. Within the precious space of every moment the room was quiet and we could hear maybe birds outside or a passing car. In this space it wouldn’t matter if we learned of impending doom the next day or some recent glorious victory. The grass doesn’t care. The bugs on the ground don’t care. The dirt doesn’t care. The sky doesn’t care. The air doesn’t care. The crack in the wall doesn’t care. No matter what happens to you, what you become or don’t become, they will still be there just the same, the same way the would have always been, nothing special, just ordinary life ticking away steadfastly like the seconds on a clock.
And in that space or ordinariness strangely there is something extraordinarily magical about it. In that space I’m taken back to moments as a child, possibly even as an infant where my only job during the day was to stare aimlessly up out of my crib watching life slowly unfold. As a child I could remember many boring, lazy, summer days that seemed to last forever. I remember daydreaming. I remember imagining the carpet pile was forest or the wrinkles on my bed were mountains, or the bathwater in the tub was an ocean. This was all happening while my parents might have been worried about paying bills, worried about losing their jobs, worried about my asthma attacks, and even arguing with each other. In the midst of all that adult worry I was quite occupied in dropping into the ordinariness of mundane everyday simple thinks like the air, sun, dirt, cracks in the wall, carpet pile, and wrinkled blankets. There was no stress. At times it might have felt boring. But in that boredom was huge expansive space for wonderment, creativity and fun.
So I found this space rather potent for my client and rather potent for myself. Yet it’s all so rather ordinary. But the fact that this ordinary was so potent struck me as so extraordinary. And there’s this knowing within that has registered in my heart, that the most special and extraordinariness one might seek will ultimately turn out to be the courageous act of simply dropping all masks, and defenses, dare to do nothing, accomplish nothing, dare simply being nobody special, just the ordinary you. To actually believe that the holding of the state of the pure and simple you is so so so unbelievably extraordinary.
So I’m now more often reminded and drawn to holding the magical space of being ordinary. It feels so real. It feels so doable. It puts me at ease. And it assures me of my great worth for simply existing. I even feel this element of eurphoria and that “touching the source” sensation tickling in the center of my heart. 🙂
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