I chuckled about your reference to "Groundhog Day", Kim, although I know how frustrating and discouraging it can be to feel stuck in conditioned habit patterns, longing to break free. I love how the character of Bill Murray finally frees himself when he opens his heart to love.

I was sitting with friends over lunch recently while traveling. They're not on a conscious spiritual path through the gateways to enlightenment, but I am always deeply moved by the depth of love they have for one another and for their grown children and grandchildren and how humbly they express their frailties and vulnerabilities with greater acceptance than I have felt for my own 'shortcomings'. As I sat there witnessing it all, the imperfections and gifts of beingness, theirs and mine, my heart was filled with such love that I truly felt at peace with all of it in those moments. The whole kit and caboodle. My friends are enough. I am enough. Just the way we are. Perfectly imperfect. I felt this so strongly. It's a new feeling for me. One that perhaps will grow and expand. And in that regard, I'm hearing the lyrics to "Let It Be" as I write these words.

It feels divinely ordained that my friends and I have come together through the Law of Attraction to help one other as we journey on by sharing our own unique frailties and gifts. It doesn't have to be all or nothing. Good or bad. Right or wrong. Notions that have weighed me down. It doesn't HAVE to be anything. I don't HAVE to do anything. When I stop trying to control how I am being and truly accept how I am in any given moment, then I can let go of what no longer serves and express a higher way of being. It feels like I'm breaking through bit by bit.

I came across this story called "The Cracked Pot" by Sacinandana Swami. It speaks to what I'm feeling into these days. It feels good to share it here for all the cracked pots out there. I haven't met anyone here without a crack or two.

"A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on one end of the pole he carried across the back of his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream, the cracked pot arrived only half full. This went on every day for two years, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his master’s house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishment and saw itself as perfectly suited for the purpose for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived as bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you.”

“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“For the past two years, I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws you have to work without getting the full value of your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and out of compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the wildflowers on the side of the path. The pot felt cheered.

But at the end of the trail, the pot still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and again it apologized for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I knew about your flaw and took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them for me. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. If you were not just the way you are, he would not have such beauty to grace his house."

x Cathy