A snow-covered mountain is an image of pristine beauty, “white,” as they say, “as the driven snow.” But when you actually get up in that snow you will find the perfect cover is marred with the tracks of animals and people, with dust and twigs and droppings and all the imperfections that come with the presence of life. Other people’s lives often look smooth and glossy from a distance, but not one of us lives in a place of purity and perfection.
How do you embrace your imperfections?
As I have gotten older, I now accept that imperfection is a reality, a good thing in many cases, and one that I can live with. When I was always trying to do everything, be everywhere, and make everything right, it was exhausting, and I really wasn’t any happier. Meditation has given me a lot of ways to be more accepting and grateful.
With great difficulty. I am plagued by an overdeveloped sense of inadequency. I feel I never do enough. I’ve learned to not answer every call, but I still feel guilty when I don’t.
Ah, Sue, if I could only come to your point of peace!