Just Here to Look Around

So many people have answers for me, but what if I didn’t need an answer at all?  

What if everything was perfect just as it is?  

What if life is always teaching me to be a companion to myself?  

What if everything has facilitated growing Sally.  I had a mentor who told me the purpose of my life was to grow Sally.   What if that is the most useful pursuit?  To grow our self  into who we should be, were meant to be -- a person alive on this earth.  

What if in this strange incarnation, as a pure being, I was just trying to experience more and more life.  Someone who was longing to be alive, to be here, to come here and take a look around at the place.  

I’ve enjoyed  seeing so many things: 

The orange Grove park in Rome.  

The couples who fight so nastily. I don’t care that he has skid marks on his underwear. That’s why we all need underwear -- everyone has little weird things happening with orifices.  

The wild aunts who dance into the night, keeping family traditions alive.  

The corruption of people and of governments.  

The rape stories, oh so many child abusers in the world.  

And so many men with too much testosterone for their own good. 

Those who wrestle with themselves: singers, dancers, artists, and painters, cooks, and chefs too. 

Animal lovers, even if I’m not particularly an animal lover. 

Yes I longed to come here and see the mystery of creation over and over again. To wonder how the Dalai Lama can stay so steadfast about peace. He is a bright light standing, a phoenix rising from the authoritarianism of China. 

Yes I’m having a look around and some of it is beautiful. Some so ugly that is abhorrent. And grasses still grow through cement. 

There’s galaxies are out there.   I wonder why I didn’t choose to look around one of those? Maybe earth is the place we come to over and over again until we have worked our stuff and had our fill of the darkness of duality. Before we get dismissed and allowed to go to other galaxies where there is no duality or the need that the drama of earthly existence requires. 

Bamboo grows next to fig trees, and the figs have oranges for neighbors.   Cedar trees are next to the olives, and the flowering bushes with small pink flowers, next to the pomegranates.  They all live so happily together.    Those trees allow each other to bring their own DNA to the mix and keep flowering over and over until they don’t. 

I wonder why nature has never produced a hybrid of an olive and a lemon? Or pomegranate and a fig? I’m sure there is a science to why they can’t pollinate each other. 

Yes I came here to see a few sights, learned some stuff about others before me, ask some 

questions immerse myself in a few bodies of water.   Whispered lullabies to a few troubled clients, carry some lanterns at times, loved my parents all the way through their limitations and learned to slowly , ever so slowly be gentle with myself 

These are the highlights of my sights: 

#1. The Mona Lisa took my breath away. 

#2 The Grand Canyon shook me to the core. I am born of that rock. 

#3 Witnessing my sister Laurie being a grandmother cheering loudly at every baseball game 

#4 My mom and dad’s laughter together 

#5 All that moss in Portland OR 

Lots more but there were a lot of misses along with the hits. You never know what will become part of you. Some experiences will be digestible and some will be repelled and not enter your pores. It’s all a crapshoot roll of the dice in this life here. Sometimes I hit some targets and other times I didn’t catch a wave to transform me.      

But that’s OK cuz I’m just here looking around.