“What the hell do I know?”. Whenever I get too wrapped up in knowing the truth or the right way of things, I have this (mildly wry) little life motto at hand to keep me humble. I like the earthiness of this; I like how it strips away all pretense. It helps escape the dead-end of ego, and it helps me to be a better listener. Because the world, when I can but listen, will surprise and have moments of unexpected beauty…
But ego is a trap, always ready to spring and lead us astray. Ego can be like a precocious child, claiming ownership to all the wisdoms of the world, all the while noisily blocking us from a deeper understanding.
Ego closes off some deeper part of ourselves that lives in union with the world as it is. Ego is too busy talking to listen…
While ego is fragile and reactive, there is this deeper knowing which is resolute and always there, whispering to us, beckoning us toward the true self. We each have this, our own true north.
This is the intuited wisdom of our life experience. This is an inter-connected wisdom that comes from our mind, yes, but it is also of our body, of our emotions, of our spirit.
This is an authentic, heart-centered contact with the world as it is. Underneath whatever strife we are facing, there is this voice – this truth - inside that can guide our path forward.
So where is this supposed wisdom when our traumas, or our daily life struggles baffle or overwhelm us? It is there but it’s been silenced and drowned out by the cacophonies and occasional madness of life.
When someone shows up for counselling, one of the first things they want is reassurance that there is a way out of wherever it is that they are stuck. Hope for a better life is often a tenuous thing at this moment… But over and over again, in the quiet of the space, this true voice starts to come forward.
Half the struggle in finding our path again is daring to believe that this inner voice of wisdom even exists. The world finds many ways to disempower us, with all the messages that tear us down, all the ways in which life seemingly fails us.
But no matter how rough the journey becomes, somewhere quiet, underneath the chaos, lies that resolute whisper, the truth of who we are, calling out to us, waiting for us to come home to ourselves…