Sometimes we have to use a gentle voice to talk to the mammal form that we happen to inhabit in this pocket of time.
Mammal is 3D. Mammal is the formed world.
It’s the fart in the elevator that someone left behind for you and the last dribble of pee that ended up in your pants.
The gentle voice sees that you’re struggling with moving some dishes from the sink into a machine that will wash it for you. It will do all the work of scrubbing them clean, yet in your moment of weakness, the gentle voice will say, “Here, let me help you with that, mammal”.
The gentle voice sees a poor mammal, struggling to feel important at work or big on social media and it says, “Oh, I forgot about you, let me show you what it means to live for a second”.
And just like that, the editor cuts scene to a magnificent sunset in your preferred form of nature: in the mountains, by the water or over a futuristic city that is about to turn neon and interstellar for the next 12 hours.
I would tell you that life is meant to be enjoyed, but more truthfully, it is something to be endured.
It’s the waves between desirable and irritating as all hell.
It’s the rage at the boomer’s command of the desktop and what it takes to register one for a fitness class.
Life is something to be endured be caused in order to live true to your being, that glimmer of light called your soul, the helping hand voice over in the dishwasher scene, it takes a shit ton of work to be the owner of a spine and responsible for holding it up, vertebrae by vertebrae.
Where do you go to hide from the things that need to be endured? What do you continue to refuse to face?
Call in the gentle voice and proceed accordingly…