May 19, 2007


Riffing on Jack Kornfield, my wise friend Ridge Armstrong wrote:

"After the ecstasy, the laundry.
After the epiphany, The Work."

I love this, because after many years of spiritual practice and later, Transformational Inquiry, I'm aware that flashes of "enlightenment," however profound, don't mean as much as we like to think. The annoyances, disappointments, crises, tragedies, and those people and occurences that sometimes feel like complete anathema to me, continue to provide more valuable experiences and opportunities than any sexy-yet-fleeting "aha" moments.

As Katie pointed out to me once, there's nothing wrong with epiphanies; they hold us, temporarily, so they're very good...and they're not "it."

I've seen the light—we all have—and until I'm completely comfortable fumbling around in the dark, I'm grateful to have this mental flashlight.

©2007 by Carol L. Skolnick; all rights reserved.

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