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Face Up - Acceptance


I was reminded of something important this morning:

Getting through difficult times can be less trying if you can find a way to let go and ACCEPT.

I know, trust me I know, that is much easier to sit here and type than it is to DO when confronted by difficult situations in real life.  And yes, before you call it out, let me be the first to say that I know this example I am about to share is NOT (in the grand scheme of life and all of the horribleness humans must endure) a “difficult situation”.  But it was being in this situation that brought me a bit of clarity, which is why I want to express it here.

We are on vacation in Florida.  We rented a condo on the beach.  Today’s forecast was something like 80% chance of rain.  So yeah, it was not looking like a beach day for us.

But when we crawled out of bed at 10:30 am – the rain seemed to have passed.  The sand was wet from a storm, and the sky was grey and cloudy – but it seemed like we were in the clear and could take a beach walk. 

We wandered quite a ways down the empty beach.  Very few people.  A few shells.  Birds.  The sound of waves crashing.  My idea of peaceful.

Then I felt the first raindrop.  And a second.  My partner confirmed he felt them, too.  The rain was NOT done for the day, and we were quite a ways down the beach from our exit.  As we hightailed it back toward the condo, we got wetter and wetter.  I found this funny and kept bursting into giggle fits.  I noticed that instinctively I kept my head down, way down, as if to protect myself from the storm. 

It wasn’t until I stopped, stood still, and put my face UP that I felt peace with the rain.  Accepted it.  Let it wash over me. 

  
Each drop felt distinct.  My breathing slowed and my body relaxed.  I accepted.

I hope that I can remember that feeling when confronted by life.  Few situations are as simple as a sudden rainstorm, but if I can apply the same lesson of acceptance in the face of something difficult, maybe I can journey through tough times with more grace, my face held higher, and my breathing slower.






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Anonymous said…
Such a beautiful lesson

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