Let Rumi speak first ~
Out beyond all ideas
Of right and wrong doing
There is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down
in that grass
The world is too full to speak about.
Ideas, language, even the words
Don’t make any sense.
So if, as Rumi says, there is no wrong or right, what can we expect of ourselves in the challenges of human dynamics?
The complex weave of inter relational fabric requires of us to unpick any strands of the psyche that are not serving the field of conscious evolution and offer them up for our growthful communion with each other. We all have a part to play in this Divine Comedy called Life.
When I offer to someone something that is difficult for me about our connection, or the communication within the connection, I may have an expectation that, whilst I’m awkwardly owning my part in the story they will, in due course, do the same. However, this is not always the case. I have to do my part and expect nothing back. I just try to remember what is helpful. What do I mean by helpful? Helpful, to me, means what is going to serve the field? What is going to allow us to unravel the patterns? Us. Together. We’re in it. We have, as individuals, a responsibility. To life, to ourselves, to each other. A responsibility that is not laden with a weighty, gruelling set of tasks and rules, but conversely, one that can be approached with dignity and lightness. One that speaks to the potential in each of us. One that knows better than to take it personally. This quality of recognising our responsibility feels to me like a natural response to life for giving us life. And it works both ways – in other words, speaking our part and not then being willing to hear the other persons part is as much a refusal to own the interconnectedness of things as not owning our part in the micro story we’re involved in. The micro is inextricably linked to the macro, that’s the point. There is a Higher Goodness that waits for its recognition in all of us and the simple (though by no means comfortable) act of owning our part is one of the many cogs in the wheel of human kind’s potential transformation on this planet, at this time. Part of the responsibility for me then, is to remember that the other person may not recognise this and, therefore, simply may not be ready to offer up their particular strand of unhelpful patterning. They just might need to keep hold of it for now. And for me to remember that this, too, is part of the Whole, even if part of me wants to change, or refuse it.
For All Our Relations