Bad Behavior

My vanity would like to report that I am always on my best behavior, but I am not. When pressed socially—especially if I am tired or hungry—or I sense that someone is not being completely forthright with me, I become short-tempered. And, as my family knows, when my blood-sugar is low, all bets are off for any kind of smooth or verbally tactful social interaction. “Woe to the sentient being who comes between me and my food.”

Spirituality
Spirituality

After one of my low-blood-sugar scenes caused a tremendous amount of social damage, I went to see an alternative-care practitioner to assist with the process of rebalancing my system. I was in bad shape. My rice body was in a state of pronounced energetic mayhem and my emotions, if played like a chord, were in untuned dissonance.

Working through a series of appointments, I felt my more naturally calm demeanor return to me and my sense of grounded awareness expand.  I also made a note to myself about booking these appointments for routine self-care and maintenance on a rolling basis, ideally, to prevent such circumstances in the future.

I write this to say, when any one of us encounters an apparently “imbalanced” stranger, friend or acquaintance only to have an awkward or painful social exchange, there are probably factors at work having nothing to do with “us” personally. Being a consistently responsible occupant of a rice body can be a big job. Be patient.

Sanctuary

“What is the point of hanging on?” an elderly friend asks me in a downcast tone one day. “I am not contributing anything.”

Spirituality

Then, I remind him that he has a passel of dogs and one cat who all rely upon him for daily feedings and at least one walk. He considers what I have said.

“Yes, I suppose,” he muses, growing a little brighter.

So, you are actually providing sactuary for some of God’s creatures, who would otherwise have no place to go.

And, isn’t this what we should all be striving to create, safe-space for ourselves and others?