*again, this became an article for Daily Passion Activator”...
What is it that compels us to approach certain queries from a negative perspective? What is it that invites me to look through the “What is wrong?” lense rather than simply pick it up and go with it.
The question is so simple: “What is missing?” I first looked at this question from a negative stance:
What is wrong? How come I don’t have… what is wrong with me that I can not do… what skill set have I fallen short on this time?
People who know my world view might be startled to hear this form of rant because… I am not that sort of thinker most of the time.
My fingers hesitated to finish that last statement. I paused after “I am not that sort of thinker….” And waited… the ending of that sentence could have been so many different things.
I could have said, “I am not that sort of a thinker – or am I?”
I think this is the thread that has the most colorful intriguing taste of all.
That same “otherwordly” element that held my fingers poised, above the keyboard, is now pushing me – again. “I am not that sort of thinker, or am I? Am I a thinker who rants and raves of the accidentally discarded flotsam and jetsam rather than the intentionally created art all around me every moment?”
For whatever reason I am thinking of a Mom and fellow autism activist I met recently when I attended her support group meeting. I sat down and she started throwing information into my head without asking me a simple question, “What are you seeking” or “How may I serve you?” or “What brings you here?”
Her fine intentions spilled from my skin before they had a chance to land.
Interesting.
Flotsam and Jetsam are too “missings” from my life until this morning because I didn’t know, truly, what they meant. They were fanciful twins-in-language was all, or so I thought.
I read this Martin Luther King, Jr. quote and knew I would need to create art from that poetic coupling of words: “I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsam and jetsam in the river of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him. I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.”
Interesting, thinking of those words – the flotsam is the stuff that is discovered floating in the water after a boat has sunk. There is a random, without explanation disorderliness about the presence of flotsam. Jetsam, on the other hand, is purposefully discarded. It is actively tossed from a ship in suffering. There is choice involved.
AND both flotsam and jetsam have the same result. Discarded, displaced and floating without a paddle or a sail, in the water.
So how does this relate back to the initial question, “What is missing?”
My first attempt at writing about “what is missing” didn’t include any thinking. It created flotsam, lots of tarnished energy all pointing back to what might be wrong with me. There is a hurried, “Don’t look, don’t see my responses!’ element to it, a constant looking over the shoulder and butterflies in the stomach element.
When I kept moving on my responses, allowed my responses to not simply be the unconsciously “What’s missing” to be negative, some positives appeared on my list, surprising me. There are things that are missing which I am perpetually grateful they are missing.
In my list making response to “what is missing” I swung back and forth between gaps which I can work on filling and gaps which invite celebration.
I tuned into this quote from Anne Sexton this morning. She wrote, “Put your ear down close to your soul and listen.” So I did exactly that – I listened to what my soul had to say about the ‘What is missing?’ question and what I heard in response was this:
“Nothing significant is missing. Nothing is missing I don’t have the power to change if this is what is called for, I have the power to engage what is missing and the power to shift from seeing ‘missing’ as a negative rather than just another clue to what is next for me in this phenomenal gift called life.”
So what is missing? There is nothing missing that has a big, slash mark red mark. There is nothing missing that is discombobulating or overly messy.
Engaging within what feels like it is missing will consistently bring growth and positive change.
Suddenly it doesn’t have that same panicky feeling it did the first time.
Suddenly, I have walked my way towards what is so rather than my opinion of what is so.
Powerful.
Passionate.
Purposeful.
I am grateful for what is missing.