We often feel like we look like this, no?
Find ourselves in quite a mess. How did I get here? Where did this mess come from?
And yet, it seems like much of the time there seems to be only two choices: do something to distract us from the mud and pretend it isn’t there, or take a the cold hose to our soiled bodies, enduring the temporary discomfort to rid ourselves of the mess.
What if we took a moment to play a little?
Roll around a bit in that mess.
Ask it what it wants to show us.
What if we let the mud do its work of clearing away the old to reveal the newer fresher cleaner parts ourselves?
What if in the end we thanked that damned mess for our newfound higher perch.
A mud bath.
Could this be what Tolle meant when he said
"…suffering has a noble purpose. The evolution of consciousness and the burning up of the ego.”
So that perhaps we can, lighter now from our shed skin, fly closer to that which we strive to be
“Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.” -James Allen
Now those are cleansing words.