With multiple levels, no windows, and monotone colours of concrete and green, it is easy to forget where one parked her/his car. Usually, once I am in the concrete jungle of parking spaces, I take one to two pictures of my location. A recent trip for brunch fit the pattern. Once inside, I had no idea where I was parked relative to any reference point. The exit was directional at best. The restaurant destination was above, somewhere. There were no obvious landmarks to help me find the car on my return. My solution was to take the poll, the space number, and the elevator.
Life can be a desperate search for references and knowledge. I find it all too easy to bluff myself, acting, even thinking, that I know. Asking for help is challenging. Permitting a coach to collaborate with me is a step beyond. Even accepting help is difficult.
On a still, sunny, and dusty morning, I listen to Life sharing whispered lessons.
It feels good to be in a position of knowing. Knowing can come from one’s direct knowledge. Alternatively, it can come in trusting someone with you to bring the insight into what one is looking for. Equally, when one knows one does not know, it is a dark space with potentially ugly outcomes.
One knows more than what one thinks one knows. Leaping into the unknown is easier when one is in a safe space. As one author puts it, “You love it when things are right; you hate it when things are wrong. That is why God, your God, poured fragrant oil on your head, Marking you out as king, far above your dear companions.” (Hebrews 1.9). In context, getting lost is ok. Frankly, it is an opportunity to experience and learn something new.
When asked, sharing one’s awareness with care and kindness is a compassionate response. When the request is not there, sitting together, in the mud, in silence, just being is a starting point. We are in life together.
One is never as lost as s/he thinks she is.
