AlPhabet Lesson

Today’s lesson is brought to you by the letters “A” and “P”.
I’d like to begin by discussing AccomPlishment; for mainstream society it is measured in dollar signs and in “how many menial things you can got done before your brain implodes.” For myself,  AccomPlishment means I’ve been able to finish up A Piece of writing, I’ve kept the kids alive and fed, or I DID NOT drink myself in to A stuPor.
AccomPlishment can be All Powerful when aimed in the right direction; it is doing something small for yourself EVERY DAY, no matter how trivial it may seem.
Accomplishment is beAting your Personal demons, the ones that reside directly over your left shoulder, those who tell you that you’re not good enough, that you’re not worthy, that you are undeserving of grace.
Accomplishment is FEELING the sunshine and APreciating its warmth, or even gifting a smile in charity; it is saying, “I Am Present.” It can be As simPle as letting life’s feelings flow THROUGH us, rather than be a wave that knocks us over. But that is All theory until we Practice.
AccomPlishment is allowing an emotion to fully envelope you but not cripple you, to savour every AsPect of its “taste”, relishing in the shArP contrasts and mellow aftertaste.
It is about Aiming for imPerfection; every “oopsy” reveals a new experience- And that oPens up a tiny door in our secret minds. But we cannot just waltz on throught that door, oh NO. We may have to squeeze, And Push and cram-and rightly so. It is a birth of sorts, releasing some, how shall we phrase it, crAP, so as to make space for more beautiful and significant things. As our energy rises and begins to swirl, a vortex is created and more and more opportunities will APpear, each doorway being smaller than the one before. And as it should be; purifying us, making us better than we were before, more shiny, more new. Here we learn the Art of Patience.
For the the person who cannot bear to face their fear of small spaces they would say say, “This opening is too small, I cannot possibly fit!”. But another person, whose fear is just as present and intense, may say, “There is something FOR ME behind this tiny door, I MUST find a way through!”
What is the difference between the two? They both felt real fear, as tall as the hairs on the back of their necks, as salty as the sweat dripping from their foreheads.
The moral of this lesson is: There is only way to love and only one way to be-while/At Peace.