After my buzzed-out-of-mind coffee post this morning (which was fun, I have to admit), I eventually normalized. Haven’t felt that good in a very long time. I was able to deal with obnoxious coworkers, Amazon’s incompetently circular customer service (again), and through it all, I was able to maintain my inner peace. See that? Therapy’s working!
But seriously, I’ve added another layer to things behind the scenes. More correctly, I’m reinstating another layer to help build that foothold from whence I can claim my personal power. It involves revisiting one of my favorite little books: Morihei Ueshiba’s The Art of Peace. I thought, because I can, I’d share the first few pages of the book as food for thought. After all, if it can help me, it can probably help someone else too.
One does not need buildings, money, power, or status to practice the Art of Peace. Heaven is right where you are standing, and that is the place to train.
All things, material and spiritual, originate from one source and are related as if they were one family. The past, present, and future are all contained in the life force. The universe emerged and developed from one source, and we evolved through the optimal process of unification and harmonization.
The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and discord in the world because people have forgotten that all things emanate from one source. Return to that source and leave behind all self-centered thoughts, petty desires, and anger. Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything.
If you have not
To true emptiness,
You will never understand
The Art of Peace.
Beautiful, isn’t it? And that’s only the beginning. Though it is rooted in Buddhism, The Art of Peace can be applied to virtually every religious belief, or to none at all, and at every level of the social strata. My spiritual practice, combined with the love and support of my friends, is virtually all that’s kept me going over the years. This little book is at the core of everything I hold dear. It’s not dogma. It’s simply understanding from a master who had to learn it for himself. Through fear, anger, hate, dysphoria, confusion, panic, grief, depression… this book taught me how to stand and fight as a true warrior. It taught me how to embrace my true self despite receiving the wrong body. Now it’s time for the next phase my journey, and so I turn once more to the teachings that have guided me so well.
The Art of Peace is to fulfill that which is lacking.
I had a little heart-to-heart with myself on the commute home from work today. You see, I missed out on all the best things about being a girl. In many ways, I’m still going to miss out on some of them. Can’t be helped. The problem lies in the fact that there’s a part of me that remains just that: a girl. There’s a part of me that never really grew up. I’m in my mid-40s now. I’ve beaten the odds, which is to say I’m not dead, nor am I suicidal. It’s said that people who fight depression are far stronger than they know, because they have to be. I learned just how true that is. Even in my weakest hours, I’m strong enough to push back and give more. It’s time to harness this foundation of strength I’ve built and accept that I don’t need the slumber parties, the makeovers, and all the other little things I’ve missed. It’s time to accept that I’m never going to look like the woman I am inside, let alone fixate about things like hair and nails and breasts. My mind is feminine. My soul is feminine. My body is, at best, an imperfect vessel. It presents physical and hormonal challenges that, like it or not, I must face on a daily basis. On an hourly basis. Minute by minute. My spiritual quest will have to be refocused at new levels if I can ever take precedence over these… distractions. It’s time to put my energy where my mouth is and claim my inner goddess.
“As above, so below; as within, so without.” Let’s see just how far this ancient axiom can truly go, shall we?