Oneness immediately took me to that ancient idea that we are all one, all connected.
I believe this. Unfortunately, I find it’s hard to live with that belief. I mean, it’s hard for me to do my life in accordance with this belief.
Everyone likes to talk about what THEY believe and what THEY think is right or wrong and what THEIR god or THEIR conscience says about life, and every single person is TRYING to live according to those principles. I am no different.
When smashing fruit flies, counting their fatalities with gusto, I do not feel their pain.
When the nurse at the doctor’s office cuts me off, I enter a battle of slower and louder speech, because dammit, I am selfish and needy, and I don’t care how busy she is.
When I listen to politicians, I am certain they’ve come from an altogether different reality.
When I ask, “Is that Tom Brady’s blood?” and then say, “Oh good, I hope it hurts,” I am not living with compassion.
When I’m really close to telling the transportation manager that I hope he gets run over by a bus, I am clearly not feeling as though he is part of me.
When I am yelling at my husband for refusing to be illogical, I doubt he feels as though we are one.
When I immediately notice what makes me different, instead of what makes me same, I am creating separation.
I am aware I am far from a living celebration of Oneness in my life.
It does not stop me from believing and trying.