Letting The Story Come To The End
Hanukah began last Tuesday night. It is the Festival of Lights, where, for eight days, we kindle the candles of our menorah. Usually, I send out Hanukah cards, either by email or snail mail. This year, because of all of the circumstances surrounding our lives, being the role of caretaker, and having a full time job, I was unable to do so. If the truth be told, I think that my motives were a bit more sinister as well. I wanted to see if anyone would, on their own initiative, rather than as a response to me, send out a Hanukah card. No one send even one.
Last night, it was the fifth night of Hanukah. It is said that this is the superior light in that the flame has encroached upon the darkness and finally made headway. This is the night that the light achieves its own dominance. Last night, strangely, I had a dream that I killed a woman with whom I used to be friends, and for some reason, the relationship ceased, without explanation or reason. The story was noteworthy and the homicide was reported in the front page of the newspaper.
How many of us, ask questions such as why did this have to happen? How come our child became ill, and cannot achieve what we had expected to be possible in the normal progression of reality? Why has that person not sent out an email, come to visit, asked how we are doing, or done what we want? If only these expectations would be fulfilled. Stop being sick, call, send an email, do it, come to our home, it has been so many years since you have been here.
What does this all have to do with the dream I had and its relationship to the light we get from the menorah this time of year? It seems to mean that if we are truly letting go, we must also allow the stories come to an end. Many people who are Harry Potter fans did not want the story to end. They wanted it to continue for their own reasons, whether it be comfort, safety, or security. But in order for us not to become an abuser to ourselves, we must allow these senarios which we hope or wish to be, end forever. Period. Otherwise, we keep asking questions that cannot be answered, and expecting something to happen that, in the natural order of life as it is, just is not meant to be. We do not grow but stay in a state of perpetual frustration, anger, and resentment.
For today, in letting go, please help me to end the story forever.
The end.
Last night, it was the fifth night of Hanukah. It is said that this is the superior light in that the flame has encroached upon the darkness and finally made headway. This is the night that the light achieves its own dominance. Last night, strangely, I had a dream that I killed a woman with whom I used to be friends, and for some reason, the relationship ceased, without explanation or reason. The story was noteworthy and the homicide was reported in the front page of the newspaper.
How many of us, ask questions such as why did this have to happen? How come our child became ill, and cannot achieve what we had expected to be possible in the normal progression of reality? Why has that person not sent out an email, come to visit, asked how we are doing, or done what we want? If only these expectations would be fulfilled. Stop being sick, call, send an email, do it, come to our home, it has been so many years since you have been here.
What does this all have to do with the dream I had and its relationship to the light we get from the menorah this time of year? It seems to mean that if we are truly letting go, we must also allow the stories come to an end. Many people who are Harry Potter fans did not want the story to end. They wanted it to continue for their own reasons, whether it be comfort, safety, or security. But in order for us not to become an abuser to ourselves, we must allow these senarios which we hope or wish to be, end forever. Period. Otherwise, we keep asking questions that cannot be answered, and expecting something to happen that, in the natural order of life as it is, just is not meant to be. We do not grow but stay in a state of perpetual frustration, anger, and resentment.
For today, in letting go, please help me to end the story forever.
The end.
posted by BarbaraFromCalifornia at
8:17 AM
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