On my walk this morning to Madison Square Park, I passed by Ali, the Afghani coffee vendor who summoned me to come closer and introduced me to his teenage nephew. While planting a kiss on my cheek – Ali said to his nephew “This is Jakob, he likes me more than he likes women”, and we all had a good chuckle… I thought to myself: “This was a sacred celebration of homophobia – if I’ve ever seen one -:)”
There was a time not that long ago, that a remark like that could embarrass me terribly, and trigger a story of oppression and misery. Building a co-dependent-victim-case, would make me feel ‘right’, but prolong feeling miserable & oppressed, and even throw me into a depression, robbing me of the right to be joyful and at ease.
What has changed in my life is that I have learned to exercise a choice. A choice to honor my feelings of hurt, misery and oppression, and let go of the story my mind is telling me about the feelings – with the compassionate help of the breath. I have learned that I can find joy and ease inside my breath in he moment, and be grateful for my life – regardless of the circumstances. While this joy is our birthright it has to be earned through telling the truth of our experience. The earning makes it sacred, and deserving of celebration.
This is a choice you too can learn to exercise no matter what’s happening in your life, whether you’re dealing with loss, illness, crisis or grief. Moment by moment, breath by breath, you can choose to access the joy and ease inside your breath, and live in sacred celebration.
Samuel J. Kirschner
In sacred celebration