Mark Nepo says "It doesn't matter what splinter the Universe gives us to stop us in our tracks". Oh really? Couldn't MY splinter be something meaningful and elegant in a universal metaphor of brilliance kind of way? Nope. I can handle the really big stuff. But those little splinters....ooooh they get under my skin (and cause bad puns). Nepo says "...it's no one's place to judge or say that what unhinges us doesn't make sense or that our heartbreak is too much..." The only thing that matters is that we trip into...what matters. Or, in my case, fall headfirst while having a tantrum. "The truth is that we are here precisely to fall off the deep end..." (Nepo again).
Ok, here is where that pesky Universe gets tricky with helping me learn something when I'd rather blow a gasket. "Our work...is to investigate what these sharp incidents are opening in us." (Nepo) Well other than wishing it had opened up a can of whoop-ass specially designed for government bureaucracy, it did help me realize some things about how helpless I felt in certain aspects of my life. And how that helplessness was really messing with my inner peace. Nepo calls this getting under it instead of getting over it. Which is apparently exactly what we humans are supposed to do.
And once more, my very, very dear reader, you've spent a few moments reading my musings and looking at a piece of art. I hope you get under whatever is harshing your mojo today. If not, I've got some unused whoop-ass you can borrow. :)