Every flower in the garden’s different and each blooms true to itself, without comparison or shame.
Every tree stands tall and proud, without being diminished by the majesty of the others that surround it.
Each creature has its unique way of being that suits its particular path in life, with no expectation that it should change.
Each star shines brightly without ever compromising its own light.
So what is it within human nature that makes it hard for us to claim our unique essence, beauty, majesty, and strength?
What has us comparing our very existence and compels us to hide, or snuff-out, our light? Or the light of others?
Where is the path that teaches us how to stand rooted in our own wild and essential nature …fully, and without apology?
After all, what are we apologising for? For not being as expected or needed? For making the other feel something they dislike? For fearing that we’re not enough? For being too great or too bold?
Who is it that holds all these expectations of how we should be?
Do we ever question why that rose is red, rather than yellow? Do we ever question why the bee can fly, but the lion can’t? Do we ever compare each planetary species and judge that one should be more like the other?
No we do not.
But when it comes to our own, we seem to hold all these ideas about how we should be, and who is better, and who is right, and who should change.
Too often we’re met with judgement, and secret disdain, when we simply present our self bare, naked in the truth of our own essential skin.
It seems that many prefer us wrapped-up in the fur of pretence, and would have us mutate and morph ourself to suit their personal desires and whims.
The cactus and porcupine are allowed to be spiky, but we are not. Birds can fly in different ways, at different speeds, in different directions and are all accepted, but we are not. The ant and elephant are both respected as mighty in their unique form, but we are not.
Expectation, comparison, judgement, and critique is reserved for us humans.
Perhaps it’s a maladaptive fear that has us believe that we need to be alike and equal, or that we need to be and have more, in order to survive and succeed.
Maybe it’s our psychological mirror, which reflects back our wounding when we see another shine: they ignite our sense of inadequacy and shame, so we critique them to ease some of our pain.
Perhaps it’s our own neglected soul hunger that has us feed-off making the other wrong and small.
In the face of all this how do we honour, and deeply trust in, the rightness of our being?
How do we dare show-up as that, irrespective of what the world may say?
How do we dare to declare, “Look at me, here I am, standing great and tall” and have it known that this is simply a way to claim our own sense of I-AM?
How do we shake-off this collective sickness that has us pretending and skating on the surface of life, too afraid to let go, strip naked, dive deep, and risk it all? But risk what exactly?
All is accepted as is in nature.
Can we not allow the evolution of a truly balanced human ecosystem, where each person can contribute to the delicate web of life in their raw and essential form?
Can those who are cunning, bright, and adaptable be accepted like fox? Can those who are timid, graceful, and watchful be embraced like deer? Can those who are powerful, unpredictable, and courageous be respected like tiger?
Can we begin to accept, embrace, and respect these same qualities in our self first of all?
It seems that this is the real work of our species …to realise, protect, and cultivate the intricate and compelling diversity that pulsates within us all.
To not seek to modify, poach, destroy, or homogenise our humanity to suit our own preferences, insecurities, or needs. But to allow it to flourish with a deep trust, and respect, that each and every one of us is, essentially, meant to be as we are.