NE MT. HOOD SITE #2—When you think about it, acceptance—a spiritual term ironically filled with all sorts of self-judgement—is almost like the phrase rolling with it.
Rolling with it. I like that better—but not enough.
What I really like, is flowing with it.
I drove into Portland early yesterday to have the Nissan dealer order a couple parts for my van: the door handle I snapped off a couple months back and the cargo door step liner which had developed a crack.
The parts guy poked at his computer and said, “We should have these in tomorrow,” and I thought, “Cool,” because I expected the step liner to take three or four days.
“Oh wait,” he said. “No, it looks like two weeks. The one part has to be shipped all the way from Tennessee.”
“Miserable,” I thought, “but OK. I’ll deal with it. I’ll hang out in the area.” Acceptance. Not happy about it, but I’m not going to fight it. Acceptance.
So I went to catch a movie, but the movie I wanted to see wasn’t in the area so I saw another that looked good and it was fine and I enjoyed it and it was cool inside the theater while the sun broiled the pavement outside. Rolling with it.
The next morning—this morning—I decided to head back up my mountain because it was too hot down in the city, so I took the scenic waterfall route and it was beautiful, so beautiful, and I was One with the experience, capital-O One with it, but practically every parking spot at each of the falls was filled and I smiled and I flowed right on by while making a mental note to get an earlier start the next time. Flowing with it.
Acceptance usually arises from Resistance (Me-me-me. Damn-it. Whatever).
Rolling with it usually arises from Compromise (Me… Oh. Alright, that’ll do).
But flowing with it, ahh…
Flowing with it always arises from Being (The One and the Two in harmony).
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