Look up. Hold out one hand, palm up. Know that you are made of stardust. We see our bodies as solid, yet our cells turn over completely every seven years. We are never the same body.
There’s more space between things (couches, trees, books) than solid matter.
Scientists speculate on many dimensions operating simultaneously. And yet we exist here, together, in a common agreement that the world we live in is the one we perceive with our senses.
What opens when we let that go? Does it feel okay to accept that what we perceive is, on some deep level, not necessarily so?
We can certainly agree that our perception is not another’s – just look at the clear and terrible examples of discord and hatred all around us.
But even without going “there”, opening to the fact that there is always another perspective when we are in relation to others, can we begin to dissolve our own hard edges?
Can we think of ourselves (and others) as in process, as human becomings?
Holding this attitude is very helpful if you feel some sadness or hurt in a relationship. Let’s say someone hurt you in the past – you felt unappreciated or rejected. What if the other person never perceived that, doesn’t remember it that way? Who is right? And what, by the way, does “being right” in this case do for anyone?
If we can see that we are each living in a story of one sort or another, perhaps we can begin to loosen the bonds of the narrative.
Maybe we can dwell in not knowing anything for sure. That’s unsettling, yes. But it is also where change happens, where great shifts can begin to take place. And, you, star struck being, can shine in the expansiveness of possibility.